The glow from Creed's chest reached a crescendo. No longer a pulse, it was a heartbeat gone supernova.
White veins of power branched across his skin like lightning trapped under glass, the entire training hall buzzing with thick, electric tension.
Meredith's eyes widened as she backed up a few steps, sensing something beyond even her newly advanced level.
Creed stood frozen, arms loose at his sides, breath held like he was about to open a coffin or a miracle.
Then—
BOOM.
A violet portal exploded open in midair with a thunderclap that shook the training hall's reinforced stone walls.
Wind howled out from it, wild and seductive and sharp as silk whips. Blinding light gushed out in all directions as two silhouettes stepped forth from within the blinding vortex.
Not stumbled. Stepped. With purpose. With grace. With absolute, terrifying poise.
And then, like watching goddesses descend from a dream, he saw them.
His heart stopped.
First came Lilith.
