Her thirst for vengeance
They bow to the Veil of Teeth, trembling from their aura too.
Viera turns to face them fully, her spine somehow straightening with every breath she takes.
“I am alive,” she whispers. “And I testify, before the Veil of Teeth, before the court, and before the Goddess—that Ivonne did not attack me.”
Marcellus stares like he’s watching his entire life fall apart.
“No,” he croaks. “No, I won’t allow—she is manipulating you! She was never attacked! You’re working with her—with Hector! This is—this is fraud!”