Blood leaked out of Varian's mouth, his face pale and dents forming on his body.
As if hammers were slamming on him, his body began to bend inward. The gravity caught up and was attacking him again.
But he no longer paid it any heed and twisted his sword.
Isadora gritted her death but didn't even grunt at the heart-twisting pain. She touched the sword tip piercing out of her heart and caressed the blood freezing on its blade.
Her body began to shiver instinctively as the cold devoured her. The warm blood froze, the beating heart began to slow and her tremendous strength sapped.
"It's b…een a long time," Her voice grew weak.
A layer of thin ice began to form over her skin. Her glowing red eyes grew considerably dim. The arrogance she always exuded seem to shrink.
Varian gritted his teeth, bearing the barrage of the desperate gravity strikes.