Chapter 61: Final Battle
Fin walked.
His steps were silent on the floor, each movement fluid, economical. Mechanical. He moved towards the throne, the humming blade held loosely at his side.
The Queen watched him approach, the analytical curiosity returning briefly to her eyes, warring with the simmering rage. She saw the power contained within him, the effortless destruction he had just wrought.
A faint smile touched her lips, cold and possessive. "Magnificent," she murmured again, almost admiringly.
Then her expression hardened. Amusement fled. Dominance asserted itself.
She waved a dismissive hand.
An invisible force slammed into Fin, lifting him off his feet and sending him tumbling backward through the air. He crashed into the far wall with bone-jarring force.
He slid down, landing in a heap amidst shattered stone.
"But you should know your place," she stated, her voice resonating with absolute authority. She stood slowly, gracefully unfolding from her throne, her spider legs supporting her weight. The picture of effortless power.
She raised a hand toward the crumpled figure across the hall, palm open, fingers slightly curled. She expected him to be dragged back, helpless, pulled by the bindings she thought she’d placed.
Nothing happened.