Sumaya's hands curled into fists at her sides, though they trembled uncontrollably. Her back flushed against the door, the chill from the metal seeping into her skin, but it was nothing compared to the icy dread crawling up her spine. Her breaths came in shallow gasps, her chest tightening with every passing second.
"W-what do you mean?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Ulva's smirk deepened, her eyes glinting with a predatory gleam. It seemed like Sumaya didn't even know how powerful she truly was—or worse, she didn't even know what she really was. From the information Ulva had gathered from Amanda, it was clear that Sumaya's burst of power last time wasn't something she could control yet. That worked perfectly in Ulva's favor.
She took another slow, deliberate step forward, her boots echoing ominously against the floor. "Oh, Sumaya…" she purred, her tone dripping with mockery. "You're still so naive. So pure. It's almost… disappointing."
