When Ezareth disappeared with tremendous speed, literally teleporting, I did everything I could to see her attack. Because I knew that this was her last attack, that she would make it count, and therefore she would never expect me to strike back.
It was perhaps the only chance I had.
I gave everything I had to this moment. My eyes bled, more blood poured out of my mouth and nose. I felt a moment of intense strength flooding my body, my muscles.
But then... in the middle of it all... I felt something else. Something I never wanted to happen, something I never expected.
I felt my power slowly draining from my body. My eyes widened as I realized that I could no longer feel the presence of that energy swirling inside my body as the crown on my head and the teal glow surrounding my body slowly disappeared.
Basically… I ran out of mana.
"N- No...!"
I bite my tongue, using the metallic taste and the pain as a guide to stay standing.
