Draven looked at his hands in shock. It was as if he was some powerless being and he was being delusional to think he had powers. Taking a step back, he found a broken stone pillar a few feet away from him and after hitting it with a blast, that stone pillar turned into dust.
'Is this the difference between the purity of divinity? Because I'm a mere beast while she's a deity?'
"Ember! Stop this!" he called out, despite knowing that his voice could not possibly reach her because of the barrier. "Ember! Morph!"
It was shocking how he could not do anything despite seeing the situation in front of him. He thought he had forgotten how fear and desperation felt, that he had grown numb to emotions, but he realized he was merely lying to himself.
The King of Agartha was powerless in front of destiny once more.
The sounds of wings flapping caused him to get back to his senses.
