Deep within her grotesque chamber, Vorenza, still wrapped in shimmering healing webs, keenly sensed that something was amiss. Her prophetic foresight, usually a sharp, cutting edge, was blunted by her fractured state. She couldn't pinpoint the threat, only a deep-seated wrongness. Unable to move, she could only issue urgent orders: her generals and their men were to be on high alert, ready to respond to any unforeseen assault.
Vorenza had consumed Gurnak's soul, a desperate, brutal act that had indeed healed most of the grievous wounds inflicted by their clash. Yet, a more profound injury remained. Her final, desperate spell during that brutal fight had pushed her beyond her established demonic laws, an act of sheer will that had saved her life but exacted a terrifying toll. The backlash was immense, far more than a mere sixth-tier soul could ever hope to mend.
