Maya moved.
Her steps were slow, deliberate—each one heavy with the weight of killing intent. The air around her warped, trembling1 as a black-purple aura bled from her body like an endless storm of malice. It didn't just glow; it devoured the light, drowning the cavern in a suffocating darkness that sent chills crawling up every spine.
Her voice broke the silence like a whisper from hell—low, venomous, every syllable dripping with raw power.
"No one interferes now," she said, her tone colder than steel. "While I… finish this monster myself."
The ground trembled, then cracked beneath her feet as her power exploded outward like a volcanic eruption. The air became dense, almost unbreathable. Her once-amber eyes now burned with an eerie, demonic brilliance—piercing violet flames that radiated pure annihilation. For the first time, even Surya—the monstrous leader of the Corrupted Hunters—hesitated.
Her presence was no longer human.
It was something else.
Something greater.
