As the last drops of her mana began to flow out, Artie's fingers were increasingly getting brighter, a spell on the verge of being born.
But just as her shimmering golden mana crept out, a dark sinister energy had begun to circulate around her, summoned by the mage's desperation…
It was begging to be let in. Begging to let loose within her, corrupt her mind, soul and body before taking the husk as its own.
Artie snarled, just about to release her magic when blood suddenly splashed from the arm in front of her.
Then a shadow passed by them, suddenly stopping by the other side.
Artie's vision was blurry so she had to blink to make out the silhouette. And when she did, her eyes widened slightly.
"E-Eliron?"
He was standing by her side, his saber dripping fresh blood as he fixed a glare on the monster. And then right before her eyes, the monster's arm suddenly came apart…
Strips of flesh and bone gliding down as its grip on her neck weakened.
