Phantasm Armament - IV
Ephesande, holding Ansel's chin, leaned in so close that their noses almost touched, her breath sweet and fiery against his face.
"I will remember everything you have done for me. Whatever you need, once I become the one and only great being... including myself, I will give it all to you."
"So now!"
Her gaze and expression suddenly turned savage and ferocious. "Give me... give me that power, that possibility! I will not allow you to sever it as you did before!"
"Alright, I understand."
In her delirious and frenzied state, Ephesande had not considered why Ansel had the courage to come to Anthicheg alone, or why he remained so calm.
Perhaps she had already assumed that something had happened to Flamelle, and Ansel had come to her for help.
But more likely, Ephesande simply did not believe Ansel had any means to oppose her.