Sakura
July 26, 1:21 pm, The Ruined Throne Room, Inside the Castle
Sakura couldn't keep her eyes off the light show happening above. Irade held the Demon Lord in her blue hand, crushing his skull as she scorched him with fire. There was something perversely fascinating about the way the Demon Lord's flesh would burn and melt before healing itself, only to be burnt away once more.
But that wasn't what she was paying attention to.
Slowly, she could feel the Demon Lord's mental defenses chip away as his magic slowly emptied out. She could feel the tendrils of her power that had only gotten a little hold before slowly sink into his mind, slowly getting into that head.
Calm. Focus.
Breathe in...and out.
In...and out.
She could feel herself grasping into an abyss. The Demon Lord's mind was far more...expansive than anything Sakura could handle. It held too much, far too much for her to be able to comfortable control.