Before Malakai's unconscious body could hit the floor, a wave of darkness slammed into him.
His body was sent hurtling away, tearing through the thick haze.
The manipulator blinked, confused. It had been moments away from death, yet now the monster child had been flung away by what it had considered a futile attempt at defense.
It had unleashed the blast of darkness purely on instinct. It knew that Malakai's blade would have sliced through it effortlessly, but the blade never landed.
The manipulator rose to its feet, a large blast ripping out from its body. Darkness spread in every direction like a wave, clearing the haze.
And then its gaze locked onto the motionless figure in the distance, Malakai.
Its senses were too sharp to miss the subtle rise and fall of breath, even from this far away. The child was still alive, but he had never been weaker.
"The filth is down?"
