Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty-Six – "Primordial Fury"
Before Crow could react to the madness unfolding in his lap, a sudden pressure swept through the air—dense, ancient, and unmistakably divine.
The temperature dropped. Time itself seemed to hesitate.
Then, in a flash of emerald and silver, Sylvanna, his elven Primordial God unit, materialized in the throne room. Her radiant hair billowed behind her like a storm-wrought banner, and her eyes glowed with an anger older than empires.
She said nothing.
With one elegant, lightning-fast motion, she reached out and physically lifted Rose and Lyravex off Crow, one in each hand like they weighed nothing.
Rose yelped.
Lyravex hissed.
Crow blinked. "Sylvanna—what are you—"
"I was resting," Sylvanna said, her voice calm, but layered with chilling menace. "Then I felt an… imbalance."
She dropped both girls gently to the floor but stood between them and Crow, like a wall of wrathful nature. Her divine presence surged, and even the walls of the floating fortress groaned beneath the weight of it.
"Mine," she whispered. "He's mine."
Crow pinched the bridge of his nose. "Here we go again…"
And outside, storms began to gather—echoes of a jealous Primordial's wrath.