A force lance penetrated Morgana's defenses and caught her in the shoulder, spinning her around. Blood sprayed, and she fell to one knee, struggling to maintain consciousness through the pain.
Katerina moved in for the kill, her hands blazing with gathered power.
"Goodbye, traitor," she said.
Then a blade of pure golden-red energy erupted through her chest from behind.
Katerina looked down in shock at the weapon protruding from her torso, at the origin aura that was already eating away at her body from the inside out.
"No," she whispered.
"No, what happened? Where did—"
"I can move very fast when motivated," Jaenor said from behind her, his voice cold and absolute.
He withdrew the blade, and Katerina collapsed, her body already beginning to disintegrate from the origin aura's corrupting influence.
Elizabeth screamed, rage and grief combined, and launched everything she had at Jaenor.
He didn't dodge.
Didn't defend.
