Chapter 519: Late Arrival
The ruined remains of the merchant house began to shake from the sheer amounts of mana pulsating from the four titans. Lunae glanced at Holo and Melantha and the three shared a subtle nod. The Queen of the Titans, Ananta loomed even over Lunae. Ananta shook her head in disappointment and whispered under her breath in an obscure voice.
Stryg stared at Holo and Melantha’s lilac irises. Their pupils were round, but the resemblance was undeniable.
A warm, uncertain feeling bloomed in his chest. He had always felt different, alone among those he called a tribe. He had tried desperately to be one of them, to have what they all took for granted. After many years, he had found his own tribe, painstakingly, but he had found it. Different as he was, he was accepted among them. Yet as he stared at the two women he didn’t feel different, he felt—
“Little one, run!” Lunae shouted as she charged Ananta, shapeshifting into a massive wolf.
Ananta snatched her by the throat mid-leap. Lunae tried clawing at her chest, but Ananta held her at arm’s length and squeezed her throat. She choked with a grimace.
Holo Flickered behind them in a burst of orange sparks, her scythe poised to strike. Ananta moved in a blur. Her leg shot out and kicked Holo in the chest, sending her crashing into the wall.
Melantha dashed forward and swung her sword down on Ananta’s wrist. She released Lunae and pulled her hand back, evading the strike. Ananta drew Honorem and thrust the dagger into Melantha’s chest, but she caught the queen’s wrist mid-thrust.
Ananta tried to push the dagger in, but the blade refused to move. Their hands shook from the effort, but neither one budged.
“Who— are you?” asked Ananta, surprised.