She was feeling joy, yet her existence was falling apart right before her eyes. It was just too confusing for her. She was still looking at her hands, but she wasn't looking at them in admiration anymore. There was only shock on her face.
She said with a voice saturated with confusion, "What is going on with me? Was the power too much? Or is this because of the conflict between the three pathways?"
The only answer she got was her body cracking even more.
So she turned to Loki and said, "Why are you fine? Why can you use such a power without any repercussions? What are you?"
Loki couldn't answer her question because even he wasn't sure about why he was so different, and he also couldn't tell her what he knew.
As he looked at her, he said to himself, 'Maybe it is because I have Fenrir and Fenrir is of the divine rank. Or maybe that power was just too high for her to copy and reproduce."
