Mint eyes dulled with a true, cold fury as that face first appeared. Knowing it would happen, Elua had prepared for the surge of murderous intent that rose at seeing her current disciples cornered by someone wearing *those* features. The pressure drained and contracted into a vile spirit fragment she kept far away from her chest.
She could purify it later, but she was not about to let those feelings rest near the piece of Qat inside her. The reincarnator's spirit layered tight against her body to avoid leakage even while the memories of betrayal and blood flashed through her mind.
The ancient cultivator's hands clenched as she remained behind her illusions. Other than that, she maintained perfect stillness in the shadows between the tents. Elua had recognized this woman's presence creeping around after Nohre and Fusand, so met where it was most likely they would intersect.