Nosphaleen fought and struggled, pushing again and again to the point blood poured from her ears, nose, and even her eyes. But nothing changed.
The power of a God was too great.
Had Sylas really had something like that in his mind? How was he even able to stand for so long?
The thoughts of Sylas made Nosphaleen start to weep.
She truly couldn't remember the last time she had cried. Growing up in a dungeon as the pawn of the Sylphs, grinding everyday for a hope at revenge against those that had done her wrong, tears wasn't something she had had the right to shed.
If she cried, who would cry for the Ancestors that fell before her? The Clypsians who would never see the light of the sun or feel the soothing chill of the ocean?
But right this moment, a dam she couldn't even begin to control broke. It shattered her very being and shuddered through her Will.
And then she screamed.
