"Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah…"
Jeremy panted heavily, each breath coming out unevenly as he struggled to keep himself upright.
Blood had already gathered around his mouth, and another thin stream slipped from his nose before running down his face and joining the blood that had already stained his clothes.
His chest rose and fell.
His hands trembled.
Yet he was still forcing Cognis into the Illusion Alchemy Circle.
"Tell that prick to hold his horse!"
Agnes shouted from across the battlefield.
Her voice cut through the clicking cries of the Young Ghost Crawlers as she raised her sword and looked toward the Elder Ghost Crawler.
"This is now our chance."
Hugh said, his breathing almost as rough as Jeremy's.
His eyes remained fixed on the Elder Ghost Crawler.
The creature was moving aimlessly.
Its enormous legs dragged across the stone while its head shifted from one direction to another, still struggling to recover from the impact of Ezra's Barrett M107.
