Despair.
It usually appeared subtly in the form of doubt. Then it would continue to fester until it became fear, eating deeper into one's soul.
Until finally… it would grow into sheer despondency.
Zephyr was currently in the second stage—FEAR!
His hands trembled as his eyes widened at the sight of his shattered blade and his lips quivered in confusion. It had all happened so quickly, so Zephyr was unsure of how his most prized weapon had suffered such a loss.
That small moment of shock made him vulnerable, enough for the man before him to reach out and touch him.
'A-ahh… I messed up!' By the time Zephyr realized what was happening, it was too late.
His mind was too far gone.
~SHIIIIIIINNNGGG!~
A golden barrier suddenly appeared, shrouding Zephyr in an energy field to protect him from Legris' touch.
If it weren't for that, he knew that his end would have arrived.
