An energy shield protected Ourinko. His mouth is chanting a spell, while his eyes are looking at me smiling and his tears are flowing, I rage trying to pierce through the shield he made because he had released me himself in the Legion's spellbound.
"OURIIIIIIN" I shouted and knelt in front of him, while tens of thousands of tired and injured eyes of the legionaries watched what was happening.
The protective spell has been cast. Ourinko's hand moved to draw magic runes, a golden rune formed under her feet. And the moon blade did its job, slashing two of Ourinko's veins and gushing blood rapidly before my eyes. I am hysterical, the sacrificial blood of the main descendants of the angels for the salvation of the world has been shed. It's a blood sacrifice rune.
The rune was filled with blood. And then shone with a blinding light. Ourinko fell to her knees in front of me chanting her last spell.
