Her Reason

Zahara Onyx tapped the armrest of her chair with her index finger. With each tap, time power infused into the armrest and rippled into the surroundings.

The millenial flowers in her room, said to bloom for a thousand years began to wilt as these ripples touched them.

Under the overwhelming power of the woman, even the lifespan of a millenia was over in a blink.

The hologram playing in front of her showed Varian being cut into two—once along his waist and once across his torso. Both times, he managed to heal back. That in itself wasn't surprising. But the fact that it seemed so effortless and costless to him was suspicious.

"Zahara…"

A voice rang out of nowhere and a whole galaxy seemed to flash past her in a blink.

As she gasped for breath, the woman found herself on her knees, facing Princess Eshala on her dazzling tone.

"Greetings, Princess."