Horizon could either keep his summons in the fight and protect his team—or recall them and recover.
But if he summoned them back now, Lydia, Silphie, and Frigid would be in serious trouble.
And that wasn't an option.
"Getting tired, Horizon?" Grimm sneered, swinging his greatsword down again.
Horizon raised his blade, barely deflecting the force of the attack. His arms shook from the sheer weight of it.
Grimm's Blood Reaver aura was growing stronger, his attacks becoming more vicious the longer the fight dragged on.
Horizon gritted his teeth. He couldn't use any of his skills and spells right now because he needed his mana to keep the Dracolich and the Hawk up in the air.