Megaera's cry for help reverberated as the spears almost devoured her. The plasma's horrifying heat made her sweat and shiver—not because of the flames.
They were powerful, able to burn her skin's outer layer. But the dread assaulting her heart—a goddess' heart—came from their color. This darkness felt as if gluttonous beasts swallowed the air and photons. Just who was this mortal, and how could he wield godly authorities, several at that, to make it more confusing?
The question lingered but the spears didn't wait—they almost punctured her body. Before they did, lightning boomed and darkness stirred like shadows around her. She sighed in relief, then clenched her jaw. Her sisters were here. And with them, she'll wash this humiliation with this mortal's blood!
Adam glared at the emerging blond and dark hair. Two figures as gorgeous as Megaera appeared, their clawed fingers and belts blurring to meet his spears. Together, the three sisters shattered his omnidirectional strike.
