"What do you think you're doing?" Hualing's voice cut through the air like a blade as she maintained her vice-like grip on Athena's wrist. Her eyes narrowed dangerously, radiating a death glare that would have made lesser warriors tremble.
Athena blinked rapidly, as though awakening from a deep trance. The fog that had clouded her mind moments before dissipated under Hualing's piercing gaze. She straightened her posture, some of her warrior's dignity returning as she met Hualing's hostile stare.
"What are you talking about?" Athena countered, her voice stronger now, echoing her usual commanding tone. As she spoke, she became aware of a curious transformation within herself. The strange, overwhelming feeling that had compelled her to reach for Ambrose was receding, like a tide pulling back from shore. The intensity that had consumed her moments before was diminishing significantly.
