BOOOOOM
Sharnoth's chaos blast sent Vexarion crashing into the ground again.
His body rolled once… twice… and then… it stopped.
And this time, Vexarion did not stand up again, nor did he scream. Heck, he didn't even let out a groan.
He just… lay there, staring upward with wide, unfocused eyes.
"Oh my~
You aren't hurt, are you?
Was I too harsh??"
Sharnoth approached him with a grin, expecting him to tremble, to crawl away, to push his broken body one more time.
But…
Vexarion didn't do anything.
He simply… stared above.
And that made Sharnoth tilt her head in confusion.
The Chaos Heir crouched next to him and grabbed his head, lifting his face. She expected a reaction just from this action alone, maybe a scream of pain, a flinch of terror, or even a flare of anger but…
Again, there was nothing.
There weren't even micro reactions.
His pupils did not tighten.
His eyelids did not blink.
His throat did not swallow.
