A wave of despair seeped into Otis' heart.
Was he really going to die? But... he had just started the trial.
He remembered watching his father die in his own hands. A wave of anger swept aside the despair inside his heart.
"Not yet!"
As the two longswords came down to claim Otis' neck, he suddenly jolted.
His foot pressed hard against the ground, propelling him forward.
He could feel the wind of the strike brush by his clothes, making his heart leap.
Otis frowned.
A few of his toenails cracked. Although he had the willpower to exert himself, his body couldn't keep up.
The skeletons were not discouraged after missing their target. They shifted their stance and attempted to stab Otis.
As for Otis, he gathered mana into his palms. His mind churned rapidly. For the first time in his life, he cast two spells at once.
"Begone!"
His palms shot out towards the longswords.
