The vast, unforgiving void of space enveloped them, a silent expanse dotted with distant stars that twinkled like cold, indifferent eyes overlooking the gruesome spectacle. King Oren groaned in excruciating agony, "Urgh!" the sound escaping his lips as a guttural rasp, his detached arm floating weightlessly nearby, trailing frozen droplets of blood that crystallized instantly in the freezing vacuum. The severed limb, its scales glistening with a faint, ethereal glow, caused waves of searing pain to radiate through his body, each pulse a reminder of his vulnerability in this merciless realm.
King Oren attempted to create distance between himself and Aaron, his merfolk form twisting desperately as he propelled himself backward with frantic bursts of mana-infused water from his fins, the currents swirling in chaotic eddies around him. But Aaron was not going to let him escape so easily, his expression a mask of icy resolve, the darkness of space seeming to deepen in his presence.
