Zweision Island

The shadows form would solidify just for a moment as Zeke strikes it, visible blood and tearing apparent. A moment later it is pure shadow again, albeit with some imperfections in its form, and Yeza looks exhausted. She drops her hands and nods. "I'll cover mental defenses. Attempting to solidify it is too much for me."

The demon hisses at the pain inflicted by the sword, growing even more upset as Darius would feel the mental attack dispersing. Angered, the demon flies toward Yeza, claws at the ready.