Chapter 381: The First Sabotage
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The night after Mira’s awakening did not end with celebration.
It ended with movement.
Sekhmet gave her enough time to steady herself in her new human form, to breathe through the strange layered sensation of having one body hidden beneath another, and then he led her out of the Void Land with Bat Bat and Auri beside them. There was no room tonight for long wonder, not with Mihos’s game beginning at first light and the whole house balanced on the edge of the first stage.
Dawn House was quiet when they returned, but not asleep.
That kind of quiet belonged to places that had already accepted tomorrow would bring trouble and had decided, in advance, not to greet it weakly.
Mira walked beside Sekhmet through the inner corridor, her steps measured, her expression composed, but there was nothing ordinary left in the way she carried herself now. Even concealed in her human shape, the Crimson Gorgon line sat under her skin like a hidden blade. Her eyes moved more sharply. Her balance was too precise. Even the maids who bowed and stepped aside seemed to notice something had changed, though none of them could have named what.
Bat Bat, naturally, could name many things and would have named all of them if Sekhmet had not already warned her once that if she turned Mira’s first hour after awakening into a running commentary, he would leave her with Elena for extra dawn drills.
So Bat Bat tried to be quiet.
She failed only three times.
The first was to whisper, "You are very elegant in a dangerous tax-collector way."
The second was to inform Auri that Mira now looked like "the kind of woman who could ruin a kingdom’s finances and seduce the survivors."
The third was simply fascinated, "I still cannot believe your hair can become snakes. That feels excessive in a very respectable way."
Mira ignored the first two and, to Bat Bat’s visible disappointment, also ignored the third.
That meant the transformation had not damaged her judgment.
By the time they reached the side hall outside Sekhmet’s room, the eastern sky was still dark. The house had maybe two more quiet hours before dawn’s first gray began peeling the black from the windows.
Sekhmet stopped there and looked at Mira.
"You need a field test."
Mira did not ask what that meant. "Now."
"Yes."
That answer should have surprised her. But it did not.
Instead she nodded once. "Good."
Bat Bat brightened at once. "A hunt."
Auri leaned one shoulder against the wall and looked at Sekhmet with her usual calm, dark-eyed intelligence. "Outside the walls."
He looked at her. "How do you know?"
"You never test a new bloodline where the mess belongs to you."
Good answer.
Mira’s gaze shifted briefly to Auri, measuring her in a slightly different way now. Not as another woman in the house. As another blood-touched creature who understood the logic of predation.
Sekhmet said, "Western side. Outside the city. Road thieves, night smugglers, cart stalkers, anything worth draining."
Mira took that in without hesitation.
Bat Bat, unfortunately, took it in with enthusiasm.
"Excellent," she declared. "I have always believed the outer roads deserved educational violence."
Sekhmet looked at her.
Bat Bat corrected herself at once. "Quiet educational violence."
That was probably the best he would get.
They left by one of the inner side routes and crossed through the sleeping edge of Dawn House without waking anyone who did not need waking. Outside, Slik City held that strange pre-dawn state where darkness remained, but the night’s confidence had begun weakening. The streets were emptier than before midnight, but never truly empty. Somewhere in the merchant quarter, a wagon wheel clicked over stone. Somewhere else, a drunk sang badly to a wall that did not love him back.
They passed through a service gate and took the western road outward.
Not the main broad merchant line, but the lesser track that ran near it and eventually fed into the outer road where caravans, supply carts, and private wagons all had to cross before dawn traffic properly formed. The city walls loomed behind them in dark stone stretches broken by torchlight and watch towers. Beyond that, the land widened into scrub, broken trees, roadside ditches, and the kind of half-wild space where poor men waited with knives and called it courage.
Perfect.
The air smelled of cooling dust, axle grease, damp grass, old horse droppings, and the faint iron-scent of human fear somewhere not yet visible.
Mira noticed it first.
She stopped on the roadside embankment and turned her head slightly.
"There."
Sekhmet followed the angle of her gaze.
At first there was only darkness and a fallen tree near a ditch.
Then movement.
One shape crouched too low behind the trunk. Another behind a broken cart wheel. A third farther back near the road bend. Waiting. Watching. Not disciplined soldiers. Road predators. The kind that fed on isolated wagons and travelers too poor for escorts and too rich to be ignored.
Good enough for a first hunt.
Bat Bat squinted into the dimness. "I do not like how that bush smells."
Auri’s mouth moved faintly. "That is because it is not a bush."
Bat Bat looked offended. "I knew that. I was speaking in spirit."
Sekhmet ignored them and spoke only to Mira.
"Your choice."
He did not need to explain further.
She understood.
This was not merely feeding. Not merely killing. Not even only testing the strength of her new form.
Judgment.
Selection.
Ownership of hunger.
Mira stood very still for one breath, then nodded toward the roadside ditch.
"The one on the left first."
"Why."
"He is bad." Her voice stayed quiet, but there was no uncertainty in it. "Not only theft. I can smell old blood on him. Other bloods. Fear too. He likes that part."
Sekhmet stepped back half a pace.
Mira looked at him once more. Then she let the human form go.
The transformation came faster than Lily’s first attempts had. That was interesting too.
Her brown hair deepened to dark crimson first, then brightened under the moonless dark like wine held near a hidden flame. The snakes emerged through it in one fluid, unsettling motion, weaving through the hairline as if they had always been there waiting under the skin. Crimson-black scale lines flowed over her arms. Her lower body shifted, joints changing, legs lengthening into the elegant deadly structure of a bipedal amphibious raptor. Behind her, dark tail feathers spread in a slow fan, beautiful in the same way knives laid out in velvet could be beautiful.
Bat Bat exhaled.
Auri did not move, but her eyes sharpened.
Mira took one step in the new form and then another. No stumbling. No confusion. Just a slight adjustment of balance and then complete possession of the body.
Sekhmet watched carefully.
Better than good.
She went down the embankment without a sound.
The man behind the tree never even saw the shape of her properly. One second he was crouched over his knife, waiting for the next wagon he thought would creak around the bend. The next second Mira was on him.
It was not wild. Not rushed. But perfect.
One hand locked the knife wrist. The other caught the back of his neck. Her tail-feather display flared once behind her in a strange instinctive motion, and at the same time two of the serpent heads in her hair reared and spat.
The venom struck the man across the face and throat.
He made a choking sound and froze — not turned to stone, not dead, but locked by blood disruption so suddenly and completely that his own body betrayed him faster than any rope could have done.
Interesting. Very interesting.
Predatory blood manipulation exactly as the race description implied.
Mira tilted his head and bit.
The feeding was different too.
Not the desperate first-drink greed of a newly made creature. Not the intimate husband-wife blood exchange she had seen from Sekhmet’s line. This looked colder. More clinical. More like the consumption of prey by something born to choose properly and then finish cleanly.
The man tried once to fight the paralysis.
He failed.
Mira drank enough to satisfy the first edge of hunger and then dropped him into the ditch like spoiled meat.
The second hidden thief ran.
Bat Bat pointed dramatically. "The cowardly bush is moving."
Auri moved first this time, not in full battle form, but with one black wing throwing her body sideways off the road embankment in a glide-like drop. She landed in front of the runner with such effortless dark grace that the man nearly tripped over his own soul.
He turned the other way.
Sekhmet’s blood thread caught his ankle.
The man hit the ground face first.
Bat Bat flew down laughing. "I knew the road would become educational."
The third man, the one near the cart wheel, threw a knife toward Mira in blind panic.
She did not dodge.
One serpent head spat again. The knife bearer’s arm convulsed mid-throw, the blade spinning wide into the dark. Mira crossed the space between them in a red blur, knocked him onto his back, and this time did not bite immediately.
Instead she looked at Sekhmet.
"Interesting."
She was waiting for instruction. Or permission.
Sekhmet said, "Finish properly."
That was enough. She fed.