She tried to pull her sword out and strike at Dyon's head directly, but she found that her hand wouldn't move an inch. Dyon's hand was so firmly clamped on it that she found it impossible, no matter how hard she pulled, twisted, and even pushed, he wouldn't budge.
Just as she was about to circulate her energy, realizing the strength of her body wasn't enough, the necklace that hung from her neck was suddenly ripped away. Before she could react, a Presence akin to a Demonic Mountain descended from above.
Under everyone's eyes, Dyon wilted into a flower, disappearing into the wind as grey flecks of ash, yet, somehow Yandevere was struggling to breathe.
Her feet dangled in the sky, but she couldn't move to claw the invisible hand that hung from her neck away. The Presence was simply too fierce. It felt as though it was pouring into her veins, cooling the flow of her blood directly.
