Time seemed to freeze for a moment. I was bent over Aelith, my blade stuck in the ground where the seventh and final focal point used to be. I could hear her breathing, her chest rose with irregular breaths as her wide eyes filled with understanding.
"No! Agh!" Her voice echoed across the battlefield as she let out a cry of frustration and regret. She pushed the hilt of her blade to the side with whatever strength she could garner. The taste of blood filled my mouth as I fell to the side and rolled down the stairs. I tried to dig my claws into the marble but found no strength to do so.
I eventually came to a halt, laying on my side. I wanted to move, but I couldn't. My muscles refused to follow my will.
