The air was thick with tension, every breath laden with the oppressive weight of the Mastermind's domain. Seraphelis's eyes were fixed on the menacing figure hovering above them, her very presence radiating a power that gnawed at the edges of his composure. His grip on the body he carried tightened.
Suddenly, Cedric's voice pierced the suffocating silence.
"No!" he screamed, his shout raw with desperation.
Seraphelis's head snapped toward the sound, his heart lurching at the sight before him.
Aurelius, still weak and covered in protective cloth, was being pulled from Cedric's grasp by an invisible force, his body sliding through the air like a puppet on strings. Cedric lunged for him, but it was futile. His hands passed through empty air, and his expression twisted in horror.
"Master!" Aurelius's voice was strained, hoarse, as if the force pulling him was suffocating him.