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Cracks webbed out from where his limbs connected with the floor.
Dark, needle-like torrents rained upon him, a monstrous force pinning him down and threatening to swallow him whole as the ground caved beneath his weight.
Then, the bleeding started. Inky liquid spilled from his ears, nose, eyes, and mouth. Dark veins protruded against his skin.
I was speechless.
Fashire was being subdued. It was something I had wished for and now that it was happening, it seemed so strange and out of place that I didn't even know what to feel.
He barely made a sound, and his face didn't make as much as a frown. It was as if he felt nothing.
Fashire's near indifference to the crushing force irritated the King. The ruler's eyes then darkened as if some malevolent force had seized him.
The black torrents became distinctly visible, and Lady Dana sprung up from her seat, her hair whipping around her as she boldly confronted the King.
