Every single head in the vault turned to face her, their eyes devoid of emotion and the sort of light you'd expect in the eyes of a living being. Those eyes were dark, beady, and unfocused, as if they belonged to those of a marionette.
The three Ghoul level Corruptors dashed towards Esther, their movements swift but uncoordinated. It was as if they were moving according to instinct, not reason.
Scowling, Esther straightened her hands and dug them straight through the marble floor.
"A minor illusion like this cannot hold me"
With a shout, she lifted several tons of marble and stone foundation, sending what was akin to a solid wall crashing towards the three puppets. While they were respectable Ghoul level Awakeners, their strength cannot compare to Esther, who had long since broken from the mental bonds that restricted her strength.
