Jinn struggled, flailing his body as the black eidra coiled tighter around him, its grip refusing to give even a sliver of space around his body.
The pressure increased with every second, wrapping around his limbs and chest like a living chain of shadow.
"Motherfucker, what are you trying to do!?" he yelled, fury in his voice—eyes locked onto Verkaryon with a sharpness that is laced with anger.
But Verkaryon remained silent, offering no answer.
His expression was unreadable, his red eyes devoid of emotion.
He ascended, carrying Jinn with him, both figures cutting through the air as they raced toward the broken mountain that loomed in the distance.
Above them, the sky still churned with the presence of the monstrous, writhing eye that had earlier torn the world's tension apart.
*Flap! *Flap! *Flap!
Verkaryon's wings flapped violently, each beat echoing like thunder as they soared higher and then suddenly descended.
