"Ahhhhh!"
Her painful shrieks went from piercingly loud to pitifully hoarse and weak as her strength fell.
The Great Healer anxiously tried to keep the serpentine's condition stable, weaving spell after spell of healing magic. "Not good! Her pulse is dropping!"
Versailles's face turned paler than a dead corpse, seemingly at the end of her string as the Thunder-Kill Spectra viciously sucked on her lifeforce, trying to drag her down with it.
"Kreeee!"
The three faces of the crimson flowers twisted in agony as they fought off the Thunder-Kill Spectra's pressure and tried to suck the parasite out of the serpentine's body.
"Ahh! Make it stop! Make it stop!"
Versailles, barely conscious muttered incoherently with an agonized expression. Ramose's heart plunged into an even deeper abyss of despair.
