Yor rose up from the ground.
Her legs shook beneath her, and her breathing came in ragged gasps. She rushed toward the Void while her black sword was gripped loosely in one hand.
But when their blades met, the clash was weak and hollow without any real force behind it.
Her strikes came slowly and were predictable. Lacking the precision and speed that she normally had.
The Void sneered while easily deflecting every attack with minimal effort, and its masked face showed nothing but contempt. "Is this really all you have? You can;t even fight back."
Yor's blade trembled for a second. But pushed forward even as her arms felt like they were filled with lead.
"Do you know why you're so weak right now?" the Void asked while parrying another halfhearted strike. "Because deep down you agree with everything I'm saying. You know I'm right."
"I don't-" Yor started, but her voice broke.
