Esmael let the charred remains of Morvane's grandmother fall to the ground with a sickening thud. Morvane lunged forward, dropping to his knees beside her lifeless body, his hands trembling as he tried to grasp the reality of what had just happened.
Esmael descended from his levitation, stepping closer to Morvane. His voice was cold, yet laced with pain. "Now, what do you feel, Morvane? Do you feel the emptiness? The anguish? Do you finally understand?"
Morvane's gaze slowly lifted, tears streaking his face. His eyes burned with a mixture of grief and rage as he stood, his voice trembling. "You… you will lose your breath!"
Esmael's eyes widened as the manifestation took hold. He clutched at his throat, gasping for air as his lungs refused to cooperate. He stumbled back, his once-arrogant demeanor replaced with panic and desperation.
