Zylus took a moment, opened both his hands out wide, then stretched out his palms. It just felt odd. He knew where he was, well, not exactly, simply the Demon Realm. He understood the current situation; they were mad at how he mistreated Emilia.
But, more than that, the individual who helped him now was also apparent to Zylus; it was Frey, Frey Fross.
Zylus breathed in and out. Frey began to command the removal of her barrier technique as the green glow circling down began to disperse into small particles falling to the ground.
Zylus exhaled, shaking, and he felt a sense of the unknown. He hadn't just transcended simple powers at this point; he transcended his own emotions, guilt, and fear.
Now Zylus couldn't feel either of those emotions; thus, he shook, because he hated himself for that reason. He didn't feel bad, which spiked the tingling sensation in his skin even more, painfully so.
