The Downfall (4)

"Master?"

"Yllana dear?"

"Sister?"

They all whispered the way they called her. Yllana, who was still inside her soul, heard their faint calls. Her heart trembled as she felt something ominous. 

"Let me out. Let me out… Let me out!" Bursting with newfound energy, she stepped one foot in front of her to gain momentum and smashed one of the circles once again with her bare hands.

Crack… crack… 

The small cracks on the edges started spreading to the center. Her lips quivered. Will she be able to break it now? She tried to pound it again using only her bare hands. 

The cracks grew bigger and bigger. She took in a deep breath and clenched her fists tighter. She gritted her teeth and lounged in another strike, one that was more powerful than the last. 

Boom!