Jasmine collapsed to one knee at the center of the arena, a mouthful of blood spilling from her lips before splattering across the colorless ground beneath her.
Her face had become as pale as paper, every trace of warmth drained away by the unimaginable strain she had placed upon herself.
Both of her hands trembled uncontrollably as she struggled to support her own weight, her breathing uneven and shallow while countless veins pulsed faintly around her crimson eyes.
Simply maintaining the spell had become a burden that pushed her body beyond its limits, and it was painfully obvious that she could not endure it for much longer.
Not far away, Julius remained locked in a fierce battle against the first-ranked spell caster.
Their weapons collided repeatedly with enough force to shake the entire arena, each exchange releasing violent waves of mana that swept across the battlefield and further fractured the already crumbling stone beneath their feet.
