Aeloria took a hesitant step forward, her instincts screaming at her to run, but she refused for some reason. "You have to fight it, or you might never come back!"
Von's snarl cut through her words, his fangs bared and his claws flexing as the darkness completely engulfed him. "I said, go!" he growled, his voice distorted, no longer entirely his own. His sanity was slipping, the shadows clouding his mind and threatening to consume him entirely.
Aeloria flinched as the wave of darkness swept toward her, but she held her ground, summoning what little mana she had left to form a protective barrier. The impact was like a battering ram, nearly knocking her off her feet, but she didn't falter.
The shadows coiled tighter around Von, forming jagged, spiked armor across his body. His voice echoed, a mix of his own and something far darker. "If you stay, you'll die. Leave. Now."
