She continued to mutter to herself.
"Even the heavens are on my side. Your precious son, the one you're so proud of, actually has a sliver of his Primordial Spirit cultivating in Elyndra. As long as I kill his mortal form, his Primordial Spirit will be severely wounded. Even if it doesn't kill him, he'll be half-dead."
"Hmph. Once I kill his mortal form, I'll find your son's true body and finish him off while his Primordial Spirit is wounded. Celeste Grant, you killed my daughter and reduced me to this. Now, I'm going to make you feel the pain of losing a child."
Just the thought of Celeste Grant made her face turn a furious, blotchy red.
