A shield made of flame blocked the scissors from cutting Elliot in half. Connor raised his staff, his right eye glowing red.
"Mr. Godfather…" Hope trailed off, watching Connor's skin slowly burn and melt away, revealing the dark lava-like skin of his morphed form. "Are you okay?"
"Yes," Connor grunted, thrusting his staff that made the shield jolt forward, blowing the knight away. He took a deep breath, as if he was containing pain within himself. "I'm fine, Hope. Don't worry.
"Connor, are you really okay?" Lance asked, putting up a fortress against the knights. "You seem to be morphing."
"I'm fine," Connor smiled at him. "Maybe I'm just tired."
Elliot slashed the knight with his sword continuously, letting it reach its limit before he kicked it away. The strings from the mages started to dissipate, vanishing as their mana started depleting.
