Eleana was heaving as she watched what is happening around her in the little space she is in. It was not a pleasant thing to be on the other side of the fighting and even if she has exerted all her efforts on bringing the metal imprisoning her down, it was still of no use. Despite seeing everything transpired within her eyes—from the blood of the Wentraus shed on the ground and to the sight of the Castille's bodies pierced on the wall—she cannot will herself to be stronger and actually break what Alaric has put up on her.
And it was infuriating but she cannot let herself feel it too much or else Avanya would take that opportunity to take over.
"That woman could not really accept defeat, could she?" Alaric voiced out, watching Devika fight three Ascendeds at a time.
She could not bear
