Aramith's lifeless eyes were fixated on Mozrael's huge figure as she was attacked from all sides. A sharp pain went through his body, causing him to shudder.
The spikes attacked her with more ferocity. He gripped his chest where it hurt the most, shaking his head as if to try and clear something. His mind was constantly flashing with uncomfortable thoughts and images.
Aramith clutched his head as if trying to silence the torment within. His scream tore through the chaos—a raw sound filled with agony and defiance. For a split second, images flooded his mind: a soft laugh, a warm touch, the gentle glow of someone he once loved.
He paused, his body trembling from the onslaught of memory and pain. Then, with a guttural roar, he lashed out, as if the only way to banish the ghosts was to force them into oblivion.
