With every single strike, every single dodge, block, and parry, Reign, Wolf, and Tank pushed themselves more and more, nearly reaching their limits as the nightmarish hybrids drove them near exhaustion. The lightning coating Reign's swords was no longer reinforced with light or darkness and had grown thinner and weaker compared to before, the strain slowly catching up to him.
Wolf, too, was near his breaking point, yet he continued swinging his sword and using his flames, which were no longer tainted with chaos as he simply didn't have enough mana to continue to use it. Each swing of his sword released a scorching hot arc of fire that was quite thin and lasted for only a moment.
