The terrain in front of Daraka showed visible signs of corruption, as though it had undergone severe corrosion. Even the earth wall that Al had raised began to melt almost instantly. The dark energy had grazed his cheek, leaving a corrosive mark: skin wrinkled and blackened as if scorched by acid, a wound wholly unnatural in its appearance.
Al touched the injury with two fingers and activated a healing technique. A faint, greenish light emerged from his fingertips, crawling along the surface of the wound, sealing it. A sharp, stinging pain accompanied the process, forcing him to wince slightly, but it was sufficient to remedy the minor injury.
"I suppose I overestimated your threat... it seems you are not as strong as I imagined," Daraka said, his tone carrying a hint of condescension.
