Eshe, the embodiment of Wrath, stood trembling with fury as the shadows around Tel-Nu swirled like a storm, untouched by her rage. Her crimson eyes burned with hate, her fists clenched tightly as she glared at the dark harbinger. She couldn't contain the torrent of anger boiling inside her any longer. With a primal scream, she charged at Tel-Nu, her hands crackling with destructive energy, her body moving with terrifying speed and aggression.
The ground beneath her feet trembled as her fury fueled her strength, each step shaking the earth. She launched herself at Tel-Nu, raining down a barrage of vicious blows, her fists glowing with the power of Wrath, each punch aimed to obliterate. Yet, Tel-Nu didn't flinch. He didn't even bother to raise his hands to defend himself. He simply stood there, watching her with disinterest, his cold eyes studying her like a child throwing a tantrum.
Eshe's fists collided with Tel-Nu's body, her attacks reverberating through the air with a deafening crack. Her rage was palpable, her movements wild and unrelenting as she struck him again and again, refusing to believe that her attacks could be meaningless. She let out a guttural roar, her voice shaking with unbridled fury as she poured every ounce of her strength into the assault.
But as each blow landed, Tel-Nu remained unmoved.
"Why won't you fight back!" Eshe screamed, her voice raw with anger. Her hands trembled as she raised them for another strike, her breaths ragged and uneven. She slammed her fists into Tel-Nu's chest again, but this time, there was no impact—no resistance. It was like hitting a mountain, an immovable force that didn't even acknowledge her presence.
Tel-Nu's eyes narrowed slightly, but he still made no move to retaliate. He stood there, letting Eshe exhaust herself, his expression unreadable, detached, as though he were merely observing a petulant child's outburst.
"You're nothing!" Eshe snarled, her voice rising with desperation. "You think you can just stand there? You think you're above me? Fight me! Face me!"
She unleashed another wave of energy, a massive explosion of power surging from her body. The very air around them crackled with electricity as her attack surged toward Tel-Nu, but the shadows enveloped him protectively, absorbing the force of the blast without so much as a flicker. Eshe stared in disbelief as the dust settled, her chest heaving, her hands glowing red with the remnants of her power. Nothing. Her attack had done absolutely nothing.
For the first time, doubt began to creep into her mind.
Tel-Nu's voice was low and mocking as he finally spoke, his tone dripping with condescension. "Are you done now?"
Eshe froze, her hands still raised, trembling as her rage wavered for just a moment. Tel-Nu's piercing gaze locked onto hers, and a cruel smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"You thought you could fight me, Eshe? You thought your anger, your childish tantrum, would accomplish something?" His voice was soft, but every word cut through her like a knife. "You're nothing but a child throwing a fit. Your strength means nothing here."
Eshe's lips curled into a snarl as she gritted her teeth, refusing to accept his words. "I am Wrath! I will burn you to ashes! I—"
"You?" Tel-Nu interrupted with a slight tilt of his head, his voice taunting. "You are nothing. Just a spoiled child lashing out at a world that never cared about your rage. And now, here you are, throwing yourself at me like a child who doesn't understand why their tantrum isn't working."
Eshe's eyes widened in shock as his words struck her, the truth sinking in. She attacked again, her hands glowing once more with fiery energy, but this time, her blows were weaker. Each punch lacked the force they once had. Her anger, once so potent, now felt hollow, impotent.
Tel-Nu chuckled softly, the sound cold and mocking. "Look at you. You thought your fury made you powerful, but you've always been weak. A child trying to destroy what she doesn't understand."
Eshe's breathing quickened, her hands trembling as she tried to muster the strength to attack again, but her body refused to respond. The more she fought, the more powerless she felt. Her attacks did nothing. She was helpless, and deep down, she knew it.
"You can't even touch me, Eshe," Tel-Nu said, stepping forward with slow, deliberate movements. "For all your Wrath, all your rage, you are nothing but a fragile child lashing out at the world."
Eshe stumbled backward, her mind racing as Tel-Nu's words echoed in her head. She tried to strike again, but her arms felt heavy, her strength drained. Panic began to set in as she realized the truth: she was powerless against him. Her fury was useless.
Tel-Nu stepped closer, towering over her as she fell to her knees. "Is this all Wrath amounts to? Pathetic," he said, his voice filled with disgust.
Eshe's vision blurred as her anger dissolved into something far more terrifying—fear. She had always believed that her rage made her strong, that it gave her purpose. But now, standing before Tel-Nu, she realized it had all been a lie. She had never been in control. Her wrath had never been enough.
Tears welled in her eyes as she looked up at the towering figure before her. Tel-Nu's shadow loomed over her like a nightmare, his cold, unyielding gaze piercing through her.
"Go ahead, child," he whispered. "Scream. Cry. Fight. It won't change your fate."
Eshe's breath hitched as she stared up at him, her body trembling, her mind racing for a way out. But there was no escape. Tel-Nu had broken her completely, shattered the very core of her existence. Wrath had failed.
And as she knelt there in the rubble of Corintopia, the last remnants of her power flickering and fading, Eshe finally understood. She was nothing.
Tel-Nu's shadow loomed closer, and as it enveloped her, the last of her defiance drained away.