Shera was puzzled as she looked at Void, who was staring at the sky.
What's he looking at? Shera wondered, her gaze drifting upward.
Then, suddenly, Void's eyes rested on her. Those four eyes carried oppressive might, and Shera felt her body buckle under a terrifying pressure.
"What's your name?" A deep, soothing male voice echoed in her mind, and Shera's thoughts went blank. She gulped, her mouth opening—yet no words came out.
Void hadn't walked away from the fight unscathed—he was injured too—but compared to Kilu's state, his wounds were nothing. He could still fight without issue.
Void's gaze circled around Shera as she stood frozen, still unable to speak.
He furrowed his brow, then finally she spoke.
"She… Shera," she finally managed, her voice barely above a whisper.
Void nodded. "Nice name."
He brought out his palm. Resting in it was a swirling black mass.
"So… you want power?" Void asked, his tone casual.
