Delilah cocked her head, her sharp eyes darting between Anastasia and Merciless. Her lips curled into a faint smile.
With a small motion of her hand, she raised it and snapped her fingers. Causing the air to ripple faintly around the group.
"It's done."
She said, her voice soft but firm.
Anastasia let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, relief washing over her. She turned to Merciless, who stood unsteady but still impossibly commanding, even in his weakened state.
His neon-blue eyes locked onto hers, as he said.
"You know, Space Girl, I could have just eaten one of my tails or sacrificed another one of my prisoners inside my subjective reality; you didn't have to waste a perfectly good wish for me, you know."
Merciless said to Anastasia; on the other hand, Anastasia just shook her head as she walked up to Merciless, looking up at him.
