For the first time since his arrival, something like genuine concern flickered in Draelusa's burning eyes. He knew very well that he couldn't win against her, but he was never once afraid of her.
His malicious grin never faltered, even as Origin power began to unravel the very essence of his being.
"How... protective," he wheezed through her crushing grip.
"How wonderfully... sentimental. Tell me, Magdalyna—when you unmake me, will you explain to your precious student exactly what you've sacrificed for his sake? Will you tell him about the—"
Odessa's response was to tear open a rift in reality itself, a gaping wound in the fabric of existence that led to spaces between dimensions where even concepts like pain and destruction took on forms that mortal minds couldn't process.
"Elsewhere," she commanded, and with that single word, both she and Draelues vanished from the square, pulled into whatever realm existed beyond the barriers of normal space.
