It wasn't because she had ran out of things to say. As long as it wasn't about coming up with insults, this young lady had a gift for speaking. Maybe it would more accurately be called a gift for speaking too much.
Instead, the reason she froze, unable to speak, was because Dyon's golden wing had suddenly appeared. From his sitting position, it whipped through the air, threatening to slice Lillianna in half, only for it to stop right before her forehead.
A cold sweat permeated down Lillianna's back despite being a spirit. She had felt death overwhelm her in that moment. Dyon's Presence had fused with every aspect of his being, and spirits and souls were incredibly vulnerable to Presence. If Dyon really wanted to, he really could eradicate what remained of Lillianna's soul with a single attack.
"W-wings o-o-of B-b-b-blessin-g-gs…"
Lillianna truly hadn't seen this scene before. Since she had been with Dyon, there were only three occasions he had brought out his golden wings.
