"Arrrrrhhh!!"
"Help us!!"
"NOO!!! HUSBAND STOP!"
The screams of the ghosts ripped through the battlefield, their wails echoing into the sky as Aether's rope lashed mercilessly. One after another, they were flung into the air, whipped apart like straw dummies, their bodies scattering as though they were weightless.
Who the heck kept calling him Husband, though?
Nightfire turned slightly, stealing a glance back. Her eyes widened as she caught sight of Aether's movements... his hands gripping the rope, his body shifting with practised rhythm.
"…"
She stared blankly at him, unable to blink. That whipping… the way he controlled the rope… every flick of his wrist was precise, almost artistic.
He wasn't just swinging. He was dominating them.
Could he… really do that? Could he always fight like this?
Nightfire gulped as her legs trembled, thinking something... so wrong in the dangerous situation.
'FOCUS ON THE MISSION!!'
