(Verc's POV)
"..."
I stood there in the absolute silence of the throne room, my chest heaving as the last of the dark magic dissipated into the air.
I'm hurt.
There was no point in lying to myself or trying to act tough when there was nobody around to see it but Onyx. Though the battle itself had been technically easier than my desperate struggle against the Golden Knight, this Dungeon Master was a completely different monster. He had far more range and a terrifying amount of firepower.
It was just that my skills are coincidentally a counter to his magics.
'Though, even after blocking and stopping his attacks with my sword, the damn things still explode right on top of me, damaging my body bit by bit.'
I looked down at my own body to check my current condition, and I couldn't help but let out a dry, tired huff of air.
