One Second

The Great Ugor's improvement was slow and steady, but only in comparison to what one might expect of someone who had climbed to his position. Every exchange, he narrowed the gap between himself and Mandra. Considering how small it had been from the beginning, he didn't need to get far before he could reach her with the aftershocks of his swipes.

The skin on Mandra's arms was bruised from the power of the shocks that came when the Great Ugor threw himself or stones at her. Without even hitting her, it was still enough to penetrate the magical energy surrounding her body like a whirlwind and injure her.

It was too late to run.

Mandra gritted her teeth. Zach hadn't begun to crack yet.

However, since he was stone, he wouldn't be able to alert her if she was going too far. If she pushed it too much, he would just crack and crumble. She was threading a thin line with the lives of Alzara, Yanael, and Zach on her back.