But the silence only lasted a split second.
Abyssal energy erupted violently as the Abyssal Mistress forced herself upright. Pain twisted her expression, her aura surging erratically as the ground beneath her feet cracked and sank.
Dark grey blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, dripping onto the shattered earth. She glared at Grey, hatred burning so fiercely it distorted the mist around her.
"You will pay for this!" she screamed. "You little bastard!"
He had ruined her face.
What was once flawless was now torn apart, swelling and fractured, every injury a stain on her pride.
How could she ever forgive him?
The worst part came when she tried to heal.
The instant abyssal regeneration surged toward her wounds, pale tribulation flames ignited along her flesh. They burned without heat, forcibly suppressing the healing process and locking the damage in place.
The heavens were interfering.
Heavenly tribulation energy was blocking her recovery.
