Jaenor was standing over Delia, and she looked towards Cornelia as if asking her to help, but she wasn't moving. Ember was feeling the pressure as she was going to be the next, she knew.
Delia's eyes widened in terror as she saw death approaching in his burning gaze.
"Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"I was only following orders. I didn't want to—"
"Lies," Jaenor said simply.
People get desperate when they are at the short end of the stick. She was grinning like a maniac when Jaenor was chained up, but now that she was in a helpless state, she was begging him to leave her.
He reached down with his free hand, and crimson energy began to flow from his fingertips like liquid fire.
When it touched Delia's skin, she screamed.
The Origin power ate through her flesh like acid, consuming her from within. Her red hair turned white, then fell out in clumps. Her young face aged decades in seconds as the life force was drained from her body.
