{I write these words with my blood.}
….
'System, triple magical output!' Sharen thought, raising his sword and chanting spells so fast that his mouth began moving incoherently.
The jet of green flame shot out, rushing towards Sharen however, it was split, going around him and circling around the force shield he'd created. The flames shot out, throwing Fryssel to the ground. Sharen looked over, worried for him but was soon relieved to find him only panting.
Sharen raised his sword, rushing towards the Haklaran. He released several spells he'd chanted, channelling them through his blade. Streaks of green flames burst forth, condensing into icicles that shot out at remarkable speed.
