It was done.
A thick cloud of royal purple smoke covered the battlefield. The air turned chilly around her as a bone-chilling cold climbed its way up her pale skin. She could feel it move all the way to her scalp, her messy purple locks being nowhere near a match for the temperature change.
So this was what dark magic was like.
"Aisha!" She could hear the red-haired knight yell in a panic. He must've mistake the magic as hostile, he didn't know she was the source of it. Not yet anyway.
She took a deep breath, a small frosty cloud escaping her mouth as her unforgiving cold fragile hands reached for her staff, seeking both support and warmth from the wood. "I'm fine," she lied from within the vortex of dark energy. "Just focus on the lizardmen before they kill you. Honestly, why did I even agreed to checking out this 'cool road' with you?"
She needed to calm down. The strain on her body would be too much otherwise and sge knew. But if she would stop her spells, both of them would be likely to die. "Just stay out of the magic, honestly. I can take it, but you can't. You're not used to it."
She heard Elsword scoff as he yelled something out of protest, but she couldn't hear it anymore. Her eardrums were throbbing as a scream escaped her lips. It hurt. It hurt so badly.
She could still hear Angkor speak in her mind, asking her for her mind, trying to possess her, to puppeteer her. "Leave me alone!" She cried, letting her staff hit the ground as she covered her ears with her hands in a desperate attempt to block out his voice. "Just leave me alone!"
Her breathing soon turned panicked as she could feel the demon reach for her mind as the darkness around her grew thicker, like a cocoon of ice. "Let me go!"
A blade slashed through it, a ray of light falling onto her face as she could feel her strength being sapped away. Angkor's voice had left her head as a small fat eggplant purple bat with a white potbelly and yellow luminous eyes fell down from the sky, letting out a small content yawn. Her vision blurred as she could feel her legs grow weak. She attempted to look around, trying to make sure there weren't any more lizardmen around before she left her upper body drop to the ground as well, the blazing desert sand hot against her frozen skin.
She could hear Elsword run away, probably to get help as she could feel her consciousness slip away. She didn't want to go back into the darkness. She was scared, scared to lose herself to the demon she had summoned in desperate attempt to get her powers back. She had to focus.
She could hear footsteps, praying to herself that it was the rest of the party as she tried to keep her eyes open. It was cold, far too cold.
A warm hand rested on her forehead. "You used the darkness." It was Rena. She was kneeled by Aisha her side, her green hair falling over her eyes as a grim expression was written all over her face before she turned to Elsword. "We should leave her here, unless you'd like a possessed person to kill us all when we sleep."
"We can't just leave her to die, she needs a healer and a place to rest. She's also part of the party, Rena. She's our friend!"
"Our friend for now. You're still too wrong to understand that the dark arts are not something to mess with."
"But-" a sudden silence. Aisha couldn't see what happened but she knew Rena managed to shut him up.
"Do you want to survive in this world?" She spoke.
A silence followed before the footsteps moved further away as they left, leaving her stranded and alone.