Dila's breath was shallow as she continued peeling the strange black herb. The thin layers came apart under her blade, one after another, each slice releasing more of that eerie, bleeding mist. Her fingers trembled ever so slightly now—not from fear, but from the oppressive, unnatural energy that seeped into the room like poison.
Then, without warning, the herb shuddered.
A low hum vibrated through the air—like a whisper on the verge of screaming.
Crack—!!!
The herb burst open in a violent pulse of aura, exploding into a swirl of black mist infused with streaks of dark lightning. The blast of power screamed toward her like a sudden storm.
"—Dila!!" Zeon's voice rang out.
In a flash, he was there. Fast—unnaturally fast.
