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Skye gave him a pained smile, as she continued to hold her gashed wrist. Whether because he had just drank her blood or because he had just returned from his final death, Laisrean could see her aura around her, as well as the suppressed darkness swirling about her, angry crimson slashes welling up inside it, threatening to consume her.
"I am... glad you are alright," she whispered weakly, before her eyes rolled up into her head in a faint. Falling over backwards, she fell over the edge of the roof. Rushing to the side, Laisrean looked down. Skye lay on her back, her body at an awkward angle. The opaque shadow surged forward gleefully, no longer held in check by Skye's now unconscious spirit. It submerged down into her body, encasing her in its malicious blackness, slowly smothering and suffocating her, absorbing her power and will. I shall rise again! Akumu shall once again be uttered in terror at the coming of darkness! The shadow laughed, a sound that chilled the blood and marrow of anyone who heard it.
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