Despite her best efforts, she, Avilia Graymore, the demon lord, had failed… A feeling that she had not felt in many years… Nothing but her heavy breathing filling the once again silent subspace.
Avilia stared at the kitten that was now nothing more than white dust in front of her fade away into nothingness with eyes of bewilderment. A flurry of complex emotions on her face as she tried her best to fathom what had just happened, her hands tightly clenched into a fist, no longer bloody from the kitten's innards as even that faded along with its body, stomping her feet with such vigour that the entire dimension shook once more from her might.
The entity that was supposed to serve as her answer and key to what Abilities were was now gone without a trace, its essence now being absorbed by Moby's dragon blood just like the last time.
