To say Elvirita was frightened would be an understatement.
The sensation of her body being pressed against his numbed her whole being.
His hot breaths grazing her skin, sending shivers to her core accompanied by a glare on the one who dared to cast an attack on her.
Whimpering, she was about to suppress the powers she released, vanishing the patterns that caused Darmiz to tighten his grip.
"Ah, ah, not yet, Dear," He whispered seductively in her ears.
Her back arched unintentionally, resting her weight against his muscular one and he released her wrist gradually.
"And this,"
Taking a pause, he moved his finger diagonally, clasping the soul of the tree, ending the ancient tale of its existence in one motion.
He was his master after all.
"What- No, no, Master, please, have mercy, No!-"
"The one who forgot its origin must be eradicated. Spend two heartbeats here and considered himself superior, tsk, tsk, tsk,"
