I held my ground and raised Clarent in my hands, hoping that I could stop it. But god knows that I would not withstand the blast… I could only limit the area of damage this spell would create.
If I had to sacrifice myself for the sake of others, I would gladly do so. But I also wanted to survive this blast, since I needed to protect the villagers from this tyrant king. And I could not do that if I'm already dead!
However, that thought seemed unnecessary, considering that a mercenary showed up in front of me. A blast painted with emerald light basked me from the side, with the plants growing underground. Those vines covered my entire body, wrapping me with everything it had.
