"..."
"...?"
After glaring at Zoemi for a few seconds, the frown turned into a worried furrow and she blinked before glancing at the open wounds from which the darkness was escaping in form of a thick smoke too heavy to float high into the sky.
"Go on. Do something."
"...!"
Zoemi leaned forward and motioned at her with his chin, causing the already pale woman to become even paler.
"You can't contact anyone, you can't use your spells. How does it feel to be this helpless? If I could torment you just like you and Kiroterell tortured my mother – I would... But even though I cannot do the exact same thing because like you said, you are no longer made of flesh and blood, does not mean that something similar enough can't be done..."
"!!!!!"
Zoemi added as his face twisted with a bloodthirsty grin.
"You liked the feathers, right? How about I give you more of them?"
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