Aaron didn't move a muscle. After being tugged with breakneck speed into the dark part of the now somewhat destroyed encampment. The amazonian lady stopped as she seemed to be waiting for someone or something. To his horror, shapes started emerging from the shadows. Bestial and monstrous. He was sure at this point. this was not earth. This place did not play by the same rules as the universe he was familiar with. He had seen everything from matter manipulation, gravity manipulation, superhuman attributes, anthropomorphic animals and now shadow demons.

Aaron was fucking exhausted. Since the moment he regained consciousness it had been a rollercoaster of events, placing him in one precarious position after the other. Aaron despised it. He fucking loathed it. The first thing he had felt after he jumped off the ledge of the building when he tried to off himself was regret.

Regret that things were the way they were. Regret that he didn't fight harder. Regret that things had turned out the way they did. Regret he couldn't do anything about it. Something deep within him awoke. White hot anger. Anger at his impotence. Anger at the world. And a hunger. A calamitously deep hunger for power. Almost abyssal. If there were fucking superpowers here, he was going to be fucking superman.

Zeva paused. For a minute she had felt Aum gather around the voyager. And certainly not a trifling amount. back in the camp, the soldiers were joking about how scary the Aum-less Voyager was going to be. She felt her cocoon of wind around him weaken after he had channelled so much Aum. Things had changed. She could sense the Void ones behind her spring into action. The time for words was over. She waved her hands and her daggers screamed into two of the shadowy forms far faster than they could react. The daggers tore through their seemingly incorporeal form, drawing thick spurts of blood as the shadow men keeled over in agony. They were not getting back up. The opponent in the middle however unfazed by his brethren's plight slinked back in the shadows like a predator below murky water. Zeva kept her calm. Her winds swept in gentle circles around her, acting as a sensory field. She felt a disturbance in the eddies and pretended not to notice. A head emerged silently from the shadows right behind her. Just as it was about to strike, Zeva released her winds like a shockwave. Dispelling the now liquid shadows and sending her adversary careening into the wall of the encampment. It emerged from the rubble seemingly unhurt. A wicked scythe materialized in front of the Void one as it dashed towards her the scythe spinning in deadly arcs. the daggers shot back from the still forms of her now diseased enemies into her arms. As Zeva met the shadow man head-on. Wrapping her body with the air she controlled, allowed Zeva to move at tremendous speeds. The Void one seemed no slouch with the scythe either. A brief exchange of blows and they separated. They were evenly matched.