An aura of demigod-level power flared from the Fallen Angel, projecting a dark ward that completely neutralized Isilra's attack.
"Heh heh heh…" The Witch's laughter echoed through the air, sweet and venomous. "You see it now, don't you? The chasm between us." The avatar's head tilted. "It's a real shame. Such a beautiful Moon Elf, and I'm the one who has to break you."
Her voice twisted, shedding its gentle facade and revealing the madness beneath. "I do so love tearing the wings off butterflies… Heheheh…"
"Come here."
The Fallen Angel's wings suddenly detached from its back, snapping together and spinning into a vortex of dark energy. The pull was immense. Isilra and her white tiger were caught in the powerful tether, their bodies dragged uncontrollably toward the Witch.
Isilra felt no fear. A soft glow enveloped her, transforming both her and the tiger into pure moonlight in an attempt to slip free of the arcane gravity.
