Battles

Right as Leywos sneered and began moving, he found himself rooted in place, unable to move.

Zhuval shook his head in disappointment.

"Ah, you little country bumpkins truly are the funniest. Did you feel emboldened by your little innate Empyrean powers, hm? Your little bloodline? Your pathetic soul?" Asked Zhuval with a smile.

"I mean, I suppose you're too young to know about matters related to being like me."

"Hm…what did they call me again…? I think it was something along the lines of…"

"I think they called me a Heretic Abomination? It was something of the sort."

Leywos' mind froze for a moment as subconsciously, fear crept up his soul and engulfed him for a mere moment.

Suddenly, his lightning flared out and coursed through his body, freeing him of the lock he'd been under as he took a deep breath in and calmed down.

'An abomination…'

Zhuval floated down and approached Leywos with a smile as he spoke.