The storm of pink leaves tumbled Azaroth, rolling and pulling him sideways. His vision rolled and his stomach clenched as if they were been sucked out.
Azaroth had been gripping his sword all this while and he struggled to unsheath it. He shouldn't have relaxed around Evernight! It wasn't like Azaroth trusted Evernight to begin with but isn't it too early for betrayal?
Unless Evernight had said something he shouldn't have.
Azaroth had lost sight of Evernight in the storm and all he saw was pink. It surrounded him and entered his mouth.
Azaroth focused and summoned normal essence into his hand then punched the leaves. It was like punching a feather for all the help it did.
When Azaroth thought he would finally stop breathing with the leaves pressing against him and filling vision. He was dropped unceremoniously on the floor.
