Three of the Crimson Falcons are dead. Marina was the last one left, and the weight of that thought almost made her break down.
Elias laughed weakly, even though he was still having trouble standing. "Hahaha! That's three... and then one more so that bitchass Greyson will have completely failed to be a hero."
The Guardian had finished with Ryn and was now focused on killing Elias. It moved forward, shaking the room with each step, clearly determined to finish what it had started.
Elias lifted his sword again, but his hands were shaking. He was frightened for the first time since he got his dark powers.
This creature was too much for him to handle. His confidence had been a mask, and now it was starting to show.
"Come on then!" he yelled, trying to sound tough. "I don't care about you! My name is Elias Grimhart! I am a hero who has come back to life! I should be special in this world so that I can make a wonderful story for the readers!"
