Isen paced in front of the battered Eclipse Lord, hands behind his back like a teacher strolling through a classroom.
Each time he spoke, his boot pressed down once on Veymorr's wings, snapping the void-born bones; once on his claws, grinding them to ash; once on his chest, pinning him like an insect.
"Lesson one: Never fear what screams louder than you. Wrath makes noise—but noise can't kill resolve."Crunch. One wing shattered.
"Lesson two: Pride is their weapon. Strip that away, and they're just husks."Rip. A second wing tore free in black flames, dissolving in the dirt.
Veymorr's roars turned to choking cries, each one weaker than the last. He reached for voidfire only for Isen to flick a finger and smother it, the way one would snuff out a candle.
Kaen's fists shook as he watched. "…He's… he's making him look human."
Rael clenched his jaw. "No… less than that. He's making him look pathetic."
