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corruptive energy. Just think, milady. It’s an untapped resource that’s waiting for someone to claim it.”
    Ignoring her companion, Queen Trinity stands in the middle of the blue stone cavern. She is topless and with her arms spread wide, the four enhancer gems glowing as she focuses her power. The magic ripples between the violet jewels and the aura threads swiftly weave into a dense orb that devours a few errant hairs. An angry wind whips her ebony tresses and rakes across her cobalt skin, sending shivers throughout her body. The purple light around her intensifies as the chaos elf’s mind drifts beyond the material plane and plunges into the Chaos Void. With most of her consciousness busy, she is unable to sense that her ally is getting bored and anxious.
    “The power could be anywhere,” Stephen continues, frowning at her silence. He nears the powerful caster, licking his lips and loosening the top button on his crimson shirt. “I wonder how much focus you truly need, my toy.”
    “Touch me and I’ll bring an army of Spurges here,” an illusionary Trinity says, appearing in front of him. She crosses her arms over her bare chest, her violet eyes boring into the grinning man. “Your father will be angry if you disturb me. You’re already in trouble for costing us the Lich.”
    A growl escapes Stephen’s mouth before he can stop himself. “Tyler was a fool!”
    “He still had his uses. The least of which was distracting the champions while the rest of us did our work,” the chaos elf points out. She passes through her companion and beckons for him to follow her to a pool of shining fae water. “Why do you persist on tempting fate? One day your father may decide you’re expendable if you continue to cause trouble.”
    “Then that will be the day I kill him,” Stephen whispers into her pointy ear. He touches the false Trinity’s skin and feels her solidify under his touch. “I’ve always wondered if I could take an illusion and the sensations would return to the source once the spell was ended. I already see a way to embed sensations into your aura.”
    Trinity shoves him away with a burst of force, the attack enhanced by a roaring blast of wind. “Don’t forget to include the hate and disgust. I can’t wait for this mission to be over. Spending the last few months with you has been a terrible affair.”
    “I’m sure many of your screams were from pleasure,” he confidently teases, easily dodging the lightning bolt that streaks from the chaos elf’s hand.
    “Touch the right spot on a woman for long enough and you’ll get some of those by accident,” the illusion growls, flickering as if Trinity is losing her concentration. “It doesn’t mean they enjoyed it, but then you don’t care about your partners. It’s all about power and control with you.”
    Stephen appears behind the illusion and wraps his arms around her, his lips seeking out her neck. Shivering in disgust, the image vanishes from his grasp and returns on the other side of the pool. He backs away when the glowing liquid splashes at him, his nose wrinkled in repulsion. With a cruel sneer, he approaches the fae water and submerges his entire arm. The sound of sizzling flesh makes the real Trinity jump, her spell nearly ruined by the surprise. Stephen’s blood roils the water and steals its glow, turning it into a drab pool of stagnant liquid.
    “How much longer until I’m blessed with the original?” he asks while hungrily eyeing the illusion. “I’m bored with your empty smell and arrogant blathering. If this takes much longer, I will have to entertain myself with this detailed construct.”
    “A precise summoning without a true ritual takes time and patience. Rushing it will undo everything you have prepared,” the fake Trinity nervously explains. She passes into the wall, leaving only her face free of the stone. “The servants you have bred for this trap are mindless, so they must be baited and coaxed through the