The Fallen One (4) The Gallant Display

There is a large amount of undead in front, and two powerful frost giants at the back. All of my comrades, the other slaves that had finally freed themselves from their slave collars and curses are lying on the ground because of the sudden appearance of the purple mist, but somehow, I didn't fall asleep. Maybe because of the strong magic resistance that I have had since little.

My body started to emit an irregular heat. It's been a while since I have a full access to my mana, so it must be because of overusing them. It took everything of me to just continue standing on my feet.

I clench my teeth.

Is this the end?

We finally freed ourselves from the slavery and this is the end?

Even though the others tried their best to survive and persist, and this is the end?

"No, of course, it's not," I uttered as I grip at the sword in my hand as hard as I could. I glared at the frost giant behind us as I gather my spirit to fight.

*ROAR!!!!*