Master and bodyguard (4)

Erin Starlance

 

There was barely any aura left in my body, and unlike me, Raphael had hardly used his. Yes, he might have expended most of his mana, but his aura reserves were in far better shape. This worried me. On top of that, he hadn't even resorted to the Third Patriarch's style yet. Despite its incomplete nature, that style was an incredibly dangerous weapon that couldn't be underestimated. It was painfully clear that the situation was not in my favor.

 

I had to use what little aura I had left to deliver a decisive strike. It was my only chance. My body throbbed with pain, my wounds bled slowly, but I gritted my teeth and forced myself to banish all thoughts of suffering. Limping slightly, I surged forward, aiming my sword at my lord.