"Sylviana, you..." Ayumu could only mutter her mouth as she watched Sylviana fell down while slowly letting the gravity had its way with her head and pointed down. Her long silver hair was fluttering as the latter slightly closed her eyes.
She felt nothing against the gunning wind that shot her eardrums as she fell. With every cry of Lyon's pain, her heart thumped harder than before. With every wail of Lyon's pain, the veins inside her body slowly pumped.
She opened her right hand as black lightning accompanied her entire right arm but she felt no pain or sort. Her hair gradually turned black and a lot darker than the gorge she was heading.
Ayumu who looked at the transformation was speechless. She would have never thought she would go head first and the coiling black sparks surrounding her figure sent a nostalgic sharp pain on her skin.
