Rose floated in the darkness with predatory patience, her emerald eyes fixed on the massive butterfly entity struggling beneath her altered code.
The interrogation had begun in earnest now, and Elara was discovering…with mounting horror, that every attempt to resist only demonstrated how utterly outmatched she'd become.
Elara gathered her narrative authority again, desperation lending her focus. Purple pages materialized around her form, these ones encoded with more complex instructions…layered shackles meant to bind Rose's very consciousness, to force her into stories where she had already surrendered, where resistance itself became impossible.
The pages lanced forward with the full weight of her authority behind them.
Rose's eyes didn't even narrow with effort.
She simply looked at the incoming attack, her perception drilling down through surface manifestation to see the fundamental code comprising its existence.
