"Die."
Without any mercy lining that single word, the Dread brought his foot down, crushing the skull of the Devilheart as he squashed the final embers of Asher's resolve.
["Fight on, Dragonheart."]
Though unspoken, those words last thought by the Devilheart reached the soul of the unconscious Dragonheart at that exact moment, dragging Emilio from his slumberous state as his eyes shot open, left bloodshot.
Melisande didn't notice his awakening, having her eyes drawn to the horrific sight of the Devilheart's undoing as tears strolled down her cheeks. It wasn't a moment after that the Dread returned its attention in their direction, walking towards them.
"...Stay back…" Melisande stood up, holding her hands in front of her as she conjured mana of wind.
The Dread didn't heed any such warning, merely moving without anything stopping it now. Even as Melisande called out an invocation–"Wind Bore"--nothing came from it as it simply dispersed on the entity's chest.
