Varick and Raelar collapsed, their lifeless bodies hitting the ground with a dull thud.
Fathoran: 0 Mana
Elio, Lucien, and Selene, shielded by the bodies of their fallen comrades, stared at the scene in horror. The reality of what had transpired took several agonizing moments to penetrate their stunned minds.
Fathoran looked at his hands with awe and horror. He had killed his own great-grandson.
For a moment, the weight of his actions seemed to crack his iron resolve, but he quickly steeled himself.
This was just another necessary sacrifice, he lied to himself, ignoring the tremor in his hands.
Selene was the first to react. A scream of pure rage escaped her throat, tearing through the air like a physical force. Her eyes, filled with tears of fury, locked onto Fathoran.
Without a second thought, she channeled another point of her remaining mana into an attack fueled by rage.
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