But even if he wished to remain uninvolved, the same was not true for the being awakened in place of Heroth. "Another one, strong one." He spoke while Lady Lies still remained in his grasp, with the grip on the phantom arm tightening bit by bit, turning her face red.
The air was harder to breathe, but not like she needed to breathe in her realm to begin with. What caused her damage was the bones and muscles of her neck cracking under the tightening grip.
'Just… what is he?' For the first time in her life, she regretted her actions. This man certainly had his demons, and now she had unleashed him to the world. And in a certain bizarre way, she was right to scrutinize this man. He was a monster without any rhyme or reason in his actions.
With absolute strength came absolute indifference, to him or 'It", anything that causes him any level of discomfort is to be stomped. Just like those gods.
