Vaelion's smirk widened as he towered over Espada. He had feasted on Rhaelon's desires, trampling them within the ethereal dimension, breaking the warrior's will like a brittle twig. Back in reality, the dark domain dissipated into nothingness, its suffocating pressure lifting. Espada and Rhaelon could finally move again, but the moment freedom returned, Rhaelon collapsed to his knees, his breath ragged, his body finally registering the deep wound Vaelion had inflicted upon him.
Espada rushed to help him, but before she could reach him, a forceful kick from Vaelion sent her flying. She managed to cross her arms to shield herself, but the sheer strength behind the blow propelled her back, slamming her against the wall. A groan escaped her lips as she hit the cold stone, pain flaring through her body.
