I took a deep breath, the serenity I felt inside disturbing me slightly. Wasn't a normal person supposed to feel guilty after torturing a fourteen-year-old boy?
Yet here I was, in a state of utter calmness as the world around me slowly dimmed into nothingness. I could still feel the constant fighting around me, but my head was no longer on the battlefield. I continued taking large breaths of air, enjoying this unusual peace that I felt deep within myself.
But even amidst this tranquility, I felt incomplete. Why was there a piece of me that was missing?
A... piece of me...
"Asthia!" I yelled, my words snapping me out of my odd trance. I briefly checked the link to verify whether or not the girl was still breathing.
My fists clenched shut in a mixture of fear and anger as I felt no response from the other side. A massive presence appeared next to me, my head not needed to turn to recognize the individual. I stared straight ahead, addressing myself to my second in command.
