The black surrounding Rowan couldn't be contained any longer, shooting out in all directions to fill the empty space.
Save any discussions of volume, the power alone that could be felt from any individual particle of aether was enough to force bile to rise in Liora's throat, her hands reaching in front of her to cover her mouth.
It was ominous, possessing within it the uncontrolled malice that had overcome Rowan. It was unbecoming, Liora thought, but deserving of the creature in front of them.
"My, you are quite the specimen, to have such power reside within you. I knew it was right, messing with you and compelling us both to our mutual doom!"
The provocation was clearly an attempt to offset Rowan's still movement, and it worked, his foot bouncing off non-existent floor to send him jetting toward the demon.
In Liora's own view, one moment, Rowan had been there, and the next, gone. His flight wasn't even a streak, instead the teleportation of a being beyond her comprehension.
