The Emovira did not attack anymore; it simply stood in silence, staring at Debro with a cold expression and lifeless eyes. Debro did not move either, since the Emovira had ceased its assault. He never actively attacked; to him, this was merely playtime, something he could end whenever he wished, specifically the moment Asher was done.
One might ask what gave Debro the confidence that Asher was going to win, despite not truly knowing him.
Debro, despite having spent such a short time with Asher, felt as though he understood the boy well enough. A boy who had completely fooled him with an illusion he had not even detected, and who had managed to infiltrate their base of operations and free the captives, was certainly not someone weak.
'Is this what they call love?' Debro thought, as his heart rate quickened slightly at the mere thought of Asher.
