Within seconds, the Demon, wearing a sinister smile, disappears into the black liquid. The ground turns back to ordinary destroyed gravel.
Panicking, I scream out to Lord Tooj to perform a time rewind. However, he remains motionless and unresponsive.
Cliff holds his shoulder as his once-golden cloak slowly vaporizes into the air. The King bears a large gash down his face and a mark on his chest. It appears to be a sharp claw gash. I'm confused. None of these wounds were present on them moments ago.
Rustifard and Lily come running up moments later. They ask what happened and where Articius is. With pain in my voice and my heart throbbing, I reply, "He ran away."
"A black liquid appeared and disrupted our entire attack. Then, when we had cornered him again, the black liquid consumed him."
"I don't even know if he's still alive, but right now, we need to focus on the others. Everyone seems pretty injured."
I request, "Please see what you can do for everyone."
