Zyren moved through the battlefield like a force of nature.
He went from beast to beast, killing them as fast as he could, ignoring everything else around him. Shadows surged outward from his body, snapping around Zygons and freezing them in place so they couldn't escape before he tore them apart. There was no hesitation, no mercy—only efficiency.
Aira, on the other hand, could not move.
Her eyes were fixed on what could only be called the last echoes of her sister. Liora burned in green flames, screeching and screaming, her voice raw and broken. It was unmistakably pain—pure, agonizing pain.
What made it worse was that she kept calling for Aira.
"Sister—Aira—please—"
Each word felt like a blade to Aira's chest.
