Meanwhile, in the strange pocket of reality where Lyerin and Yasira were, the tension between them had reached a fever pitch.
Yasira, still pinned by Lyerin's earlier grasp, was frantic, her six arms trembling slightly as she desperately activated another of her blood ability.
To Lyerin's surprise, one of her arms withered and crumbled away, sacrificed to summon a protective blood barrier that swirled around her like a crimson storm.
The sacrifice of an arm for this kind of power was no small feat—it was a trump card, a last resort for a being of her status.
Lyerin remained speechless for a moment, genuinely taken aback by her desperation. He hadn't expected Yasira to go this far.
For a brief second, he considered letting her go. But Yasira's voice cut through the air, filled with frantic resolve.
She was no longer speaking to him directly but to the entire Earth, her voice amplified through the microphone.
