Hila twisted his body just in time, a wave of superheated blue fire scorching the air where his head had been a moment ago. The demonic Hila cackled, his wings whipping the swirling colors around them into a frenzy.
Hila gritted his teeth, the acrid smell of burned energy stinging his nostrils. He couldn't keep dodging forever.
He backed away, the desperate need for an escape plan gnawing at him. But as he retreated, his hand met an invisible barrier.
Thud! He slammed his fist against it, the force echoing back to him. Panic flared—this inner world was a cage.
"Limited, are we? This inner world is a reflection of your own strength, prince. A pathetic box for a pathetic power level. Look around you—this is all your demon blood can muster!"
Hila's gaze darted around the swirling chaos of their inner world. It did feel confined, cramped. The mocking laughter of his demonic counterpart echoed his own insecurities.