"AHHHH…"
Draja let out a piercing scream as Arlo's fingers made contact with her abdomen, specifically where a red, fog-like substance lingered.
A spectacle unfolded before Arlo's eyes. His surroundings transformed into a kaleidoscope of colors, enveloping everything from Draja to the Ghouls. Yet, a question gnawed at him: why was he able to wield this skill, and was it even a skill to begin with?
As this thought echoed in his mind, Arlo pressed his right hand onto Draja's abdomen.
He began to manipulate the red fog-like substance, coalescing it into a single mass. Draja's screams filled the air, a testament to her agony. It felt as though her insides were being wrung out and crushed. She was unable to repel Arlo, her body seemingly anchored to the ground, leaving her with no choice but to voice her torment.
