The Countess's gaze dropped to the stump where her wrist had been.
For a heartbeat, her monstrous form trembled in disbelief.
Then came the shriek that tore through the chamber. "You… you dare… You dare ruin my beautiful body again and again?! You dare… You dare… You DARE!"
Her voice spiraled into madness, repeating the word like a curse spat at the air itself. Each repetition was sharper, more venom-laced, until the very walls seemed to recoil.
Engulfed in rage, she didn't see it coming. Bastet, eyes like molten suns, had already pointed her finger. Solar light condensed into a little dot, heat warping the air around it before she sent it out in a blistering explosion.
The solar strike landed square across the Countess's jaw in a slap that could have caved stone. The impact lit the chamber in fire, and the monster's head whipped sideways with such force that ichor and blood sprayed.
