Pure Agony

They could not escape, but they also could not fight the Cursed Tyrant. 

In that situation, the only way out Nephis saw was to create a momentary lapse in the Tyrant's concentration. 

It was the abomination's profane will that was preventing them from reaching the jungle. If that will was weakened, even for a few moments, a path to freedom would be theirs to take. 

Nephis had no hope of killing the evil deity, and no confidence to face it in a prolonged battle. However… she was pretty sure that she could at least hurt it. 

She knew pain better than most. She knew how hard it was to keep calm and steady when your body and soul were being blackened by flame. How it felt to burn alive. 

Anyone's will would be shaken by that agony.

But her adversary this time was a Cursed Tyrant. Not any flame would be able to hurt it, and her usual attacks were woefully insufficient. 

So, she had to give it her all.

…Which required time.