Shock. Fear. Helplessness. Death.
These emotions engulfed Faerith's soul as she stared into Damien's dark, penetrating gaze. The nullification of her attack left her paralyzed, unable to summon her magic once again. It was not a mere metaphor; her body refused to respond, as if held captive before an embodiment of darkness. No matter where she turned or what she attempted, an eternal shroud of darkness enveloped her, instilling both fear and confusion, but above all, an overwhelming sense of terror.
"How... how are you so strong?" Faerith's voice quivered as she released a shriek, her eyes widening in disbelief. Damien's hand, which had effortlessly dismantled her spell, ominously reached out towards her face. Despite her desperate attempts to escape, she found herself petrified by his bone-chilling and murderous aura.
"How?"
Damien's tone was as cold as the void, cutting off Faerith's words before she could finish.
