Matriarch Valeria was doing her best not to tremble from head to toe right now, but though her daughter couldn't feel what was happening, she could feel it all too clearly.
This was someone powerful. This was a C-Grade. This was the only sort of existence they could possibly send for something like this.
No, it wasn't that a C-Grade was necessary to deal with the likes of Matriarch Valeria, but it just went to show how great a line she had somehow crossed.
If not for the fact that this was such a Taboo, any D-Grade from a more established branch would have been able to deal with her.
But it was the sight she saw as this figure became more solid that well and truly shook her to her core.
Those black eyes, without distinction between sclera and irises. That hand, almost dry to the touch, thin and brittle as straws, yet as dark as the night itself. That pale skin—almost to the point of sickliness—and those faintly greyed and blackened veins that pulsed across her body.
