Mira hated to admit it, but he was right. Even as powerful as she was, the body he was using was only a secondary vessel—a mere extension of his true self. It was an inferior imitation to her Shadow Body, yes, but still capable of self-erasure before she could fully trap his soul despite her powers and speed. He would be gone before she could even tighten her grip.
But if she was going to return to her Young Lord empty-handed, she needed something to make up for this failure. Information. Knowledge. Anything to appease his inevitable wrath.
Her golden eyes narrowed, and she let out a scoff, folding her arms across her chest.
"Such arrogance. A god can't stop you? If even I can corner you, what could a god—much less an ancient god—do?"
The man smirked at her condescension but didn't rise to the bait. Instead, he tilted his head, as if considering whether she was even worth his breath. Finally, he let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head.
