The pounding of his heart echoed louder, resonating beyond his chest, audible to those standing nearby.
His vision sharpened, focusing with an intensity surpassing his usual perception. It felt as if he stood face-to-face with Sheila, peering down upon her form.
The thunderous boom reverberated, and his legs buckled, collapsing onto the ground. Tears welled in his pitch-black eyes, his battle axe slipping from his grasp, teetering on the brink of losing his sanity.
Rushing swiftly, Anna darted towards her sister, repeatedly casting healing spells, but it was futile, for the departed can't be restored.
Tears streaming down her cheeks, Anna turned to Cristian, who clung to a sliver of hope within his forlorn gaze.
At the sight of Anna's gaze, Cristian's expression morphed, a sardonic smirk forming in the midst of his darkened eyes.
