Instantly, a misty darkness that not even Nessa's night vision would have helped against lowered itself over the cavern. It became difficult for Dukiel, Anerias, Violina, and their familiars to breathe, much less move.
An invisible pressure gripped their hearts. One squeeze was all it would take for them to breathe their last. Even the beings without hearts like the Transformation Cube in the shape of a weedwhacker that it learned from a magic tool, and the Symbiotic Slime still riding on the Darkwing felt it.
One gesture from Soara would be all it took to snuff their existences out.
Soara breathed in deeply.
She had missed this feeling of absolute dominion over the battlefield she stepped foot on.
The power stolen from her had left a gaping hole in the center of her chest. She felt it every breath she took and every beat her heart made. It was a constant painful reminder of her failure and defeat.
