Phei struck Marcus across the jaw and sent him through one rising current, then caught him before the Progenitor could recover. Another blow broke the armor across his chest. Phei seized an arm, he then twisted and tore until the limb separated in a burst of pale-gold Essence.
Marcus screamed.
Phei struck him again.
The scream broke beneath the impact; one wing came away next and another.
Marcus tried to retreat toward the deeper regions of his Soul Realm, but the sea that should have protected him answered Phei almost as readily now. Great currents rose where Phei willed them, closed pathways Marcus attempted to use and carried the Young Dragon toward him whenever distance opened between them.
That realization hurt Marcus almost as much as the blows.
This was his Soul Realm!
His World Essence!
Yet Phei moved through it like something that had already decided ownership was negotiable.
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