"Goddamn it, he is a monster." Eleanora murmured, her words carrying both literal and figurative weight.
Literal, because Michael was a Radiant Lord, two stages below her. She should have had an easy time subduing him… yet he was still so strong despite his unstable condition.
There was no way for her to know that the more chaos she inflicted upon his soul, the stronger he would become.
Figurative, because the longer she observed his soul, the worse she felt, as if staring into something never meant to see the light of day.
It wouldn't be a lie to say that she would prefer to observe the soul of a Monarch tier alien. At least there would be some sort of harmony, however twisted it was… while Michael was pure chaos, dreadful energy that oozed with horrifying darkness.
Eleanora admitted it to herself. In a fair fight, she was bound to lose… the gap between them was simply too great.
Fortunately, she wasn't a woman to play fair.
