Charymos beheld in bewilderment, a cherry-pink dome spring forth from Kaelen's palm and engulf Veylith's being.
[...]
[My strength has weakened?]
Veylith gazed at her flexion creases as though peering into an oracle for confirmation.
[This is the same power as back then...]
She recalled. This was the exact same power that had led them to victory against the hordes of Monsters on the First Floor.
[To think I would ever be on the receiving end of your power, Kaelen.]
A genuine, yet eerie smile distorted her usually blank expression, her heartbeat rising to a dull thunder within her chest. Despite her fondness for Kaelen, she was excited to fight him, to test not just him, but herself.
"Here I come, Kaelen."
Clink! Clank!
She spun her chain and the deadly weapons tied at each of its ends —The spiked fundo and the sickle, bashed and scraped the floor, producing vibrant sparks on her sides as she slowly approached.
[It actually worked huh...]
