Pride said keep attacking...
Find a weakness and overcome that barrier through persistence and skill. But wisdom stated accept the temporary setback to try and understand the mechanism, to preserve what could be preserved.
Save Victor for now and deal with finding a way to hit Orion’s ass later, when circumstances were better.
Victor mattered more than her pride...
That was the truth she had to accept even if it tasted like ash.
So Selphira took advantage of the pause in attacks to deliberately retreat. Creating distance that would provide a safety margin if Orion decided to attack treacherously during negotiation.
And she deactivated the fusion.
It felt like shedding a protective shell that had been pushing her forward, the power drained away. The enhanced senses faded a bit and the supernatural durability returned to ’merely exceptional’ rather than legendary.
She was ’just’ Selphira again, an old woman with depleted reserves who’d been fighting for more than a full day without proper rest.
The transformation dissolved conserving the remains of mana she had left. She was dangerously low on them, less than ten percent of her total capacity. But still with sufficient energy that she could reactivate the fusion briefly to escape if the situation deteriorated to the point where retreat was her only remaining option.
If she maintained this considerable distance, she felt reasonably safe that she could dodge Orion’s beam shot even without the amplification that fusion provided. Her base speed being sufficient when she had appropriate ’notice time’ of an approaching attack.
Her decades of combat experience didn’t disappear just because fusion ended. She was still likely the strongest tamer in the kingdom now.
And Orion’s beams, while powerful, were straightforward. Linear trajectories that could be predicted and avoided with proper timing.
She could handle that...
She could survive any ’surprise’ for a chance to hear what he wanted and decide whether it was a price she could accept.
So Orion began projecting his voice with elemental amplification that permitted him to reach across the distance now separating them.
His tone adopted the quality of a formal speech that even part of his army could hear. A relaxed tone contrasting with the violence of the exchange they’d just finished.
"I only want what belongs to me by right," he declared with conviction that sounded genuine even if the foundation logic was questionable.
"The ruin beneath the Starweaver territory that you want to give to my niece. The territory itself and my own niece must all be under my jurisdiction. What lies on the other side of the door in that ruin must be treated as mine when I open it. And even if it’s not an extractable artifact, it must be treated as such without the castle having any interference over this new ’installation’ or in how I use it."
He continued enumerating demands with confidence suggesting he truly believed he had the right to what he requested.
"Also, when the third door beneath the castle opens with Luna’s genetic key, you must not demand anything from what I discover there either. You’ve already taken enough from me on the second level of something that in its great majority corresponded to my ’family’ and bloodline. Because it’s the Starweaver genetics that makes the opening of those systems possible in the first place."


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