"Is this it? Is this the strength of humans? So pitiful." He said, voice deep.
He lifted his hand, then smacked the cheeks of Orrix, one hit on the right, and then on the left. He kept repeating this until his cheeks burst open and the blood started to flow out through them.
Orrix was trying to resist him, he was using all the strength of his body to make himself get released from his grip.
But it didn't work, Draviel's grip didn't budge. It tightened even more.
"You look like a mere ant, trying to change its fate," Draviel said, eyes were calm as still water.
"But you see, Fate has never been changed by anyone. It simply does what it must." He said as he smacked him once more.
He grabbed Orrix from his neck, lifted him up in the air, and his feet dangled in the air.
He had used all of his strength while trying to free himself from Draviel's grip. Now he didn't have an ounce of it left inside his muscles.
