Third Person's POV
The battlefield fell silent as the two vanished beyond.
The sun blazed overhead, merciless and unrelenting, and yet on her chest the icy knife refused to melt, as its blue core pulsed faintly with malevolent light while the black spiderweb like streaks became even darker, making her face paler by every second.
Only after an hour under the glaring sun did the blade dissolve into mist, and scatter into a wave of blackish blue powder.
But its corruption lingered as the demoness's chest remained webbed with blackened veins that spread like spider cracks across porcelain, her face pale as bone, and lips stained an unnatural shade of blue.
Each shallow breath rattled in her chest like a dying ember clinging to ash.
Her brother looked down at her, his shoulders heavy with grief.
A long and hollow sigh escaped him, and seemed to carry with it the weight of defeat.
