Third Person's POV
Trees splintered like brittle bones, and the air trembled under the explosive force of their passage.
The first shadow flickered erratically like a dying flame and seemed weak, unstable, and desperate.
Looking closely at the first shadow, it was the demon prince, Aram.
His once arrogant and ferocious fire had now been reduced to wild sputters as the icy black chain wrapped cruelly around his throat and was squeezing tighter with every pull.
The Umbra Shackles dug in like venomous fangs, and their freezing poison sank deeper and deeper into his flesh.
They slithered through his bloodstreams and rushed with terrifying speed toward his heart and magical dimension,
The heat in his veins, the very essence of his infernal power and pride, was being devoured by an unnatural cold.
Behind him, Ethan was a relentless blur of malice and fury as his grip remained unyielding on the chains.
