Heartbreak . . .

[Amara's POV]

I didn't know what I was seeing anymore. 

Cross, who was supposed to be just a noob, was in lock combat with the Scarebear. He even managed to cut the bear's arm and kicked it to the side. 

I was too engrossed in watching their fight to even care about what happened with the bear's severed arm. I was too mesmerized by Cross's swift movements that I even forgot to heal Thomas!

I wanted to help but there was no opening. I couldn't jump in. I couldn't follow the speed of their movements. Those creatures were on different levels. 

If I jumped into the match, I'd feel nothing but death on my skin. I couldn't move because I knew I'd be nothing but a hindrance if I jumped in to help.

In just a matter of ten seconds, everything was over. Cross won, and the Scarebear was on the ground with gory cuts on its body.