Selphira was considerably more affected by what was happening than she’d anticipated would be the case.
She’d faced multiple crises. Situations where lives depended on her decisions and where failure resulted in catastrophe. She’d learned through many errors to maintain an appropriate emotional distance. Separation between personal feelings and tactical necessities permitting her to function effectively under pressure that would paralyze those less disciplined.
But today was different...
And the Ashenway matriarch realized with uncomfortable clarity that she cared about Victor and Sirius’s inherited mission considerably more than she’d expected permitting herself to feel.
Victor was her grand-nephew technically. Family connection coming from marriages rather than blood... Perhaps little blood shared between them through some of those marriages.
Family nonetheless.
The boy she’d watched grow from child into prince. Who’d trained under her observation and who represented the future of the kingdom if by normal succession.
And Sirius... Sirius had been her most difficult student. The quietest and then most annoying as an adult.
In life she’d come to avoid him. Treated him as a nuisance many times because his reserved attitude and stubborn independence frustrated her teaching methods that required open communication.
But investigating his tragedy in the last years, looking back and considering his reserved attitude being only a facade hiding pain and isolation, she’d realized something that hadn’t been obvious while he lived.
When he didn’t return from that cave, it had left a wound that had never healed appropriately.
Because she’d never had closure...
Never had a chance to say things that should have been said, an opportunity to understand him properly before it was too late.
And now Orion was playing with both memories simultaneously. Victor and the Light Heart in his power.
That manipulation was touching nerves Selphira normally kept well protected behind a cold mask and implacable professionalism.
Now she needed to know what was happening with Victor. Needed seeing with her own eyes what Orion had done with Victor whose mana she couldn’t sense. Mana that should be enormous and easy to perceive. His mana signature should be blazing like a bonfire visible from kilometers away to anyone with perception abilities.
But there was nothing...
Waiting patiently while the situation developed at the slow pace Orion climbed the stairs was no longer an option she’d tolerate when her instinct screamed that each second could matter for survival of a ’little bird’ that, whether she admitted it or not, she’d come to consider as genuine family.
Not just the overindulged prince that his mother pampered and spoiled rotten. Not just a political asset to be protected for strategic reasons. But someone who mattered personally in ways that transcended duty or calculation.
That spoiled brat mattered a lot to her. Maybe it was Leonel’s loss or maybe she was finally getting too old.
Selphira absorbed her Black Tortoise in a decision that was more emotional than calculated.
The massive creature was withdrawn to her core where the energy it contained could be accessed without needing to maintain the enormous physical manifestation limiting her speed.
The tortoise had been a devastating weapon. Crushing mutants by the dozens with each movement. Creating a defensive anchor that enemies couldn’t easily bypass. But it was slow and somewhat ponderous. Not suited for rapid repositioning toward a new objective.
And she needed speed now more than raw crushing power.
She launched forward now mounted on her White Serpent that was considerably faster. Acceleration converting the distance into a blur as she closed the space between her current position and the army.
The serpent moved like flowing water. Fast in ways that her massive tortoise could never match. Not as durable perhaps but mobility had its own defensive value when you could simply not be where enemies expected you.
She had to reach the rear guard soon. Place where Orion would appear when he emerged from the ruin.
She created an enormous ice wall in her path. Structure rising from the ground in seconds and extending laterally to cover more than a considerable area.
Not simply a defensive barrier but a weapon eliminating mutants getting in her way. Creatures being crushed or frozen when the thick wall manifested in the space they occupied.
The ice didn’t grow gradually... It erupted.
An explosive formation that gave no warning and permitted no escape for anything caught in the manifestation zone. One moment there was empty space and the next moment there was a solid ice wall several meters thick and dozens of meters high.
Mutants caught in that zone were frozen solid if they were lucky or crushed between the fast forming ice masses if they weren’t. Bodies preserved in crystalline structures or reduced to paste depending on exactly where they’d been standing.
It was a casualty result that would have taken several minutes of careful combat... Though in a certain way much less efficient than more sustained elimination methods would have been.

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