Lyra squeezed her fists tightly, her long nails digging into her palms.
"D—Don't mess with me boy! I'm not stupid, I saw everything!" She shouted, her breath shaky as she spoke.
Jacob maintained his calm demeanor, staring straight at the woman with his hands were behind him as he responded to her.
"I'm not sure you saw everything." He said, the corner of his lips curving into a mischievous smile.
"Die!!" She screamed, a guttural shriek that shook the walls of the small structure.
She charged towards Jacob; her blade emitting a purple mist, suggesting that it was laced entirely with poison.
Jacob didn't move, he only spoke one word.
"Manifest!"
A thin tendril seeped out of the ground in the space between Lyra and Jacob. The tendril began to expland, gaining mass and shape.
In less than a second it has materialized into the shape of a man, almost as tall as Jacob.
