Chapter 48: Corruption of The Mind
"What are you talking about?"
Liora floated forward, dragging Rowan along with her against his will.
The demon’s contempt was contained within its chest, allowing the two to stand before him despite the black trembling at the boundless fury aching in its heart.
Something about it was different, but she couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was.
"Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten--oh, time must’ve flown differently. Yes, let me remind you that you were thrown into the Rowan’s repressed mindscape. It should’ve been as inescapable as your memories as a toddler, yet here you stand, a pestilence as always."
Rowan tilted his head, symbolling his confusion, but Liora ignored him to keep her attention on the great demon floating above her.
"Well, it seems it wasn’t as hard to get out of as you thought." She shrugged, snickering with exaggerated sarcasm. "Although, what’s a challenge to a demon such as you? Perhaps I’m just forgetting your own incompetence, and it really might just be as hard for you as you claim it was."
Rowan looked at her with equally agitated and perplexed, his eyes tracing hers for any signs of emotion.
She was gleefully unapologetic, and she didn’t care to explain herself.
Liora’s tail beneath her waved violently in the black ambiance, feeling as if the earth below let go of her like a carpet being pulled on someone.
It was clear where it’d come from, the demon’s black form staggering into an unstable, volatile mess of black tendrils that reached out to pull on the empty null.