The realization, born from the perfect, warping, impossible physics of the illusory cottage, settled over Arthur like a shroud. Alyssara had not just refined Lysantra's power; she had surpassed her. This meant she was stronger than any single Demon Lord, stronger than the leaders of the Great Seven. The entire strategic framework of the world, the balance of power he had come to understand, was meaningless here. He was facing an entity who had, through theft and obsessive refinement, potentially become one of the most powerful beings in existence.
And she was toying with him in a magical dollhouse.
