Asmodues continued to fall, unable to tell which direction he was travelling; everything unravelled in front of his eyes. Power, confidence and arrogance all became meaningless in the face of death.
'I want to live... to survive!'
His body slowly tried to fight against the damage, blood still leaking from his chest and torn flesh. With blurred vision, he could only hear the clash of familiar weapons, voices and auras that drove him mad.
'Don't... don't get hurt....!'
Pwoomf!
He landed on something soft... a comforting scene enshrouded him, soft and calming.
'Move...'
Yet his body betrayed him, refusing.
A pale hand caught his wrist.
Selene pulled him against her bosom, gently caressing his back as she hummed gentle words in his ears.
Her dark hair fluttered across her face as she stared past him toward the creature.
"You've done enough."
