Vyrion buried his nails in the ground in frustration and muttered, "I-I won't give up."
"All right then," I said, staring down at him. "Die."
I pulled my sword back and swung it in a horizontal motion toward his neck.
Tang…
Just as the blade was about to sever his head, Feralin stepped in between, catching the blade with both her paws.
Blood dripped from her hands, her cat eyes shimmering with tears as she murmured, "W-we give up."
"What are you doing, Feralin?" Vyrion shouted. "We need these Soul Stones for her treatment!"
"Wake up, Tyrion!" Feralin snapped back. "He is out of our league. I can't lose another companion because of these stupid stones!"
"Li-listen to Feralin, Tyrion… cough, cough," Armin added, pushing himself to his feet. "We've already lost."
Clicking his tongue in inner turmoil, Vyrion rose to his feet and removed two space rings from his hands.
"Here. These are all the Soul Stones we possess," he said, his face turning expressionless.
