"So you've finally shown yourself, Michael" Zalos flatly said
Michael held Emory in his arm, the young boy after being at the mercy of Zalos' merciless winds was covered in shredded debris and a pool of crimson started to appear, dripping from his wounds, his skin was decorated with cuts and slashes that marred his skin, his body a canvas of agony.
"Yes yes yes!! The main dish is finally here. The appetizer was not half bad but it's incomparable to what is about to unfold!" Heilel exclaimed excitedly
Emory's eyes slowly fluttered open, his vision blurry. His senses were still gripped by shock, numbing the pain momentarily as he struggled to process the extent of his injuries. With each breath he took, a wave of agony washed over him.
"M—Michael?" Emory squinted his eyes trying to see past the crimson veil that blurred his vision
"Yes, I'm here Emory. You did well boy, you held your own against Zalos, let us take it from here while you recuperate"
