Aurora's eyes burned with killing intent, ready to use her last drop of power—but before she could chant, Elora's fingers closed around her throat.
"Child, I'm being accommodating to keep you alive longer. Don't push it," Elora's grip tightened, choking the words from Aurora's lips.
Aurora choked and struggled, clawing at Elora's fingers, but her grip was firm.
She couldn't help but regret not having her full powers when she entered this body. She could've chosen anyone else—but she went after the queen.
Now, she was going to die for real this time. With a reddened, strained expression, she stared wide-eyed at the queen's bland face.
Her struggle weakened, her vision blurred, and a tear slid down her cheek, waiting for the end. But it didn't come.
"hhh…ahh…" She gasped for air as Elora released her.
"I've decided. You'll become my personal advisor." Elora let out a short laugh at Aurora's shocked face.
