Chapter 61: Fresher Ball — Final
The battlefield burned white with frost and red with flame.
Cracks spiderwebbed across the frozen earth where Michael's Ice Domain still lingered.
Shadows swirled and pulsed from the second pillar, bleeding into the form of the towering demon commander. Its horned helm gleamed faintly, eyes smoldering with cruel hunger.
Michael's breath steamed in ragged bursts. His ribs still ached from intercepting the demon's tail earlier, but his grip on his sword did not falter.
My stamina's dropping fast… I can't keep trading like this. If I collapse before they sync, we're finished.
He shifted his stance lower, sliding into Siekie Ryoku's defensive form.
Behind him, the others scrambled to regroup. Emily stood protectively near Leon, daggers flashing, while Aurelia and Elara coordinated spells with eerie precision golden light and earthy roots weaving together in a makeshift bulwark. Justin gritted his teeth, bloodied but refusing to sit out.