The array shifted once again.
The stars in the sky transformed into a rain of swords, hurtling down toward them.
Seeing this, Jocelyn Grant's expression grew grave.
"Sean, what do we do?" she cried. "The array's attacks are getting stronger and stronger!"
As she spoke, she stepped in front of the severely injured Sean Lockwood.
Sean Lockwood had always treated her with sincerity, and Jocelyn Grant truly didn't want anything to happen to him. So when she saw him grievously wounded and coughing up blood, her heart ached.
"Sean, how are you? Can you hold on?"
The moment Jocelyn Grant spoke, she began to sob even harder.
She didn't want Sean Lockwood to misunderstand her because of this.
'I really didn't mean to do it.'
'It must be from losing to Celeste Grant so many times. It's become a conditioned reflex. Yes, that must be it.'
