"You've spent your life clawing for power, trying to make Aunt Medea proud, to be feared, to be the strongest Enigma. But face it— you'll always be less than me, a Watcher Enigma. Of course I'm more precious than you in any way and any form."
Rayven's fists tightened, but Ryley only leaned in, his words darkly taunting. "And Sean… You fought for him, sacrificed everything you had. But did it matter? In the end…" Ryley chuckled, watching the fury build in Rayven's eyes. "Sean only saw me. Loved me. Wanted me, not you."
Ryley's taunts pushed past every wall Rayven had built. The anger surged, raw and red-hot, shattering what little hold Ciara's influence still had.
At that moment, Ryley saw it—saw Rayven's rage transform into a force.
The Daha Tree answered his fury, its luminous roots flaring in response to Rayven's emotions, channeling his full control.