The Agent of Death turned sharply toward Sa-Ya, his gaze cutting like a blade.
"You! Playing with another's soul again?!" he snarled.
Al's eyes widened as he witnessed the impossible tug-of-war—and panic set in.
"Sa-Ya! Stop—don't!"
But before his warning could even reach her, the Agent had already raised his left hand—dark energy swirling like a living storm, writhing around his palm.
He looked at Sa-Ya without emotion, his tone absolute.
"You are a nuisance."
The instant he pointed toward her, the air collapsed.
Al surged forward, through the only direction the barrier didn't reach.
"SA-YA! MOVE!" he bellowed.
Too late.
ZRAAASSSHHHH!!!
A violent surge of black lightning ripped through the air, launching straight at Sa-Ya.
She didn't even flinch—didn't realize she was being attacked. Her trembling lips still whispered her chant, her eyes glistening with tears as her focus remained on Basri.
Al's heart sank.
But then—
GRAB!
