Arella was having a hard time breathing from how much holy power was being pushed into her body by whoever was speaking in her mind. She felt suffocated, and although she knew that she had to answer with anything other than her real name, she could feel it slipping through the cracks of her well guarded self.
As if the one who had asked the question was trying to unravel the answer directly from her, the holy power was pushed into her even more. It felt like the pressure intensified when they realized that Arella was not going to answer her.
Their holy power filled every inch of her body, threatening to tear her apart. Arella gasped, her knees nearly buckling under the force. It did not feel like just an interrogation anymore.
"What are you?" Arella managed to grit out, instead of giving an answer.
