Vol. ll Arc: Blessings and Corruption of Gods
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Daegon turned the black pearl once between his fingers, feeling its pulse match the slow thrum of his own heartbeat. Without a word, he walked back to where Yuna still lay trembling on the cold marble floor, her mascara smudged, her body barely able to push itself upright, her eyes glassy with fear and confusion. He crouched down just enough to catch her gaze, that empty, broken look that he drank in like wine — then he shoved the pearl against her chest, the impact making her gasp once, sharp and thin, before the darkness exploded outwards.
Yuna's back arched violently, her hands clawing at the floor, her nails scraping useless lines into the stone as the black energy devoured her.
It wasn't gentle, wasn't clean — it wrapped around her like a living thing, tendrils lashing across her limbs, prying her apart from the inside out.
