Selena's words hung in the air like a promise of transformation as she descended from the cathedral's impossible heights with grace that made the laws of physics seem like mere suggestions. The thousands of kneeling worshippers watched with expressions ranging from terror to desperate hope as their self-proclaimed goddess approached the elderly village elder who had spoken for them all.
"You chose loyalty," Selena said, her voice carrying harmonics that made the cathedral's stones resonate with sympathetic vibrations. "But loyalty without understanding is merely fear wearing a prettier mask."
Lucas observed from his elevated position as Selena circled the trembling elder with predatory elegance. Her Divine Devourer nature had evolved beyond his initial calculations, and each movement suggested she was preparing to demonstrate exactly what transcendent power looked like when properly applied.