Azazel clenched his teeth. The drain of his ability was horrifying. Every heartbeat inside this realm of stillness came at a cost, and now, with the wounds Cain had inflicted, the price was far steeper. His body ached with every movement, his armor fractured in multiple places, yet he didn't slow.
He flashed forward, a shadow of lethal intent, and in an instant stood before the Primordial. His sword flared with a cold, pale light as he shifted into a striking stance, the blade angled toward Cain's neck.
"Thump!"
The Depravita was ready to strike when sound had cut through the silence, shocking him to the core
A heartbeat.
That was impossible. In this frozen realm, there was no movement, no sound, no life but his own. Yet the steady, resonant pulse echoed in his ears, and it came from inside Cain's body.
Azazel's eyes narrowed. "What is this?"
