Nyxoria chuckled, completely unfazed. "Oh, I love that," she said, stretching her arms slightly as if warming up. "Because I'm confident—too confident in my own strength. So confident, in fact, that it scares me sometimes. And your fortune? Well, let's just say it's definitely not smiling on you today."
The Bloodfoger leader's grin widened as her eyes narrowed. Then, suddenly, she clenched them shut, a pulse of power radiating outward as she tried to force Nyxoria to her knees with the blood flowing through Nyxoria's body. But nothing happened.
Nyxoria stood, completely unaffected.
The woman's grin faltered. She tried again, pushing more magic, her fingers twitching in the air—but still, nothing.
Nyxoria yawned. "Are you done?" she taunted.
The leader's face twisted in frustration, and she raised her hands, her fingers bending into an unnatural shape.
