Zephyr's pupils constricted, blocking out the majority of the light, allowing him to barely see the humanoid figure floating above the now crumbled, disintegrating black pyramid.
The terrorising aura it exuded was still climbing by the second, almost freezing the weather and everything in its surroundings.
Zephyr suffocated, failing to breathe.
'I will probably die if it sneezes.' He thought, looking at the creature.
The godspawn was still bathed in red light, and he could barely see its silhouette. So, he couldn't even recognise it.
A little bit of unhappiness grew in his heart, thinking that he might never know what killed him.
After all, the aura stopped everything, including his breathing. If he couldn't recover, he would die by the time the godspawn emerges.
'An average person can hold his breath for a minute or so. It has been almost a minute since the necromancer ripped out and sacrificed the heart.'
'I can't hold much longer.'
Zephyr felt his body scream in pain.
