Althea heard Akarion’s triumphant voice:
“I alone am victorious! He, who masters air to the point of driving it away from his enemies, causing them to suffocate, cannot suffer the shame of defeat! Since it does not fall into the category of attacks, how could this be inhibited by your abyssal barrier?”
“You’re just a coward!”
The falso Astral stopped before her and looked down at her, an expression of superiority painted on his face.
“And yet, despite your disappointment, not only have I gained victory against you, most miserable entities, but I am on the verge of achieving full and total triumph!”
“Damn you!” She managed to whisper as an answer, before fainting…
… Darkness. Silence. Torpor.
Althea felt her life slip away, like sand among her fingers; suddenly, the gray cloak of Enà
