The Duchess' claw shot forward.
With her speed, it should have been impossible for Sylas' senses to keep up with her own. She was absolutely certain that there would be nothing that he could do if she wanted him dead… so confident until she watched Sylas' eyes track her hand through the whole movement.
Even if he could somehow do this, she was sure that it was impossible for him to actually react to it, right? Tracking was one thing, reacting was another matter entirely.
And as expected, Sylas couldn't seem to do anything.
However, just as her palm was about to grab at his throat, her claws about to sink into his flesh, she froze.
Nothing made her freeze. There was no power from the Golden Battlefield nor Sylas. It was like she had simply chosen to stop all on her own.
Her hand trembled for a moment, and then she pulled back.
From start to finish, Sylas didn't so much as blink, his gaze remaining an eerie, untouchable level of calm.
