Cry

A delicate cry escaped Ri's lips, but there was already nothing more Dyon could do. The rumbling in the skies said it all… a tribulation was coming… 

Dyon's expression was haggard, his right eye bleeding in an endless rain. 

He felt as though his heart was about explode out of his chest, thumping so quickly that it just might give out at any moment… His muscles ached, his eyelids felt heavy, he even faintly felt his life slipping away. 

But, his eyes remained glued upon his wife as the skies above sent down its first strike. 

Another cry left Dyon's lips. Every time she called out, Dyon felt as though the wound was his own, that his own heart was being repeatedly stabbed, dripping with blood that singed the earth below. 

Ri's delicate skin was being torn apart. Every strike seemed to blast another part of her body into meat paste. Though the medicinal efficacy regrew these lost body parts soon afterward, the damage done was undeniable.