"You have never behaved like this before, Your Majesty. It seems the rumors are true—the Empress is a bad influence on you. Isn't that concerning?" Duke Emris continued to challenge Ares, frustration seeping into his tone.
He had grown bolder, Scarfox's presence emboldened.
Ares and V had grown weary of their drawn-out complaints, to the point where V was struggling to suppress her yawns. Yet, her mind wasn't on them at all. Her thoughts were elsewhere—on her power. She hadn't expected this kind of trouble.
V hadn't yet told Ares what she was experiencing—what she had discovered.
The overwhelming force within her, flowing like omnipotence itself, was not as easy to control as she had once imagined.
Though she had mastered its use, the silver light sometimes acted of its own accord, reacting outside her will—especially when it sensed imminent minefield.
If she unintentionally unleashed silver light, and others witnessed it, it could turn into a disaster.
