PoV Tsuitame
One of my brother's soldiers jumped in and saved both me and Folarin from a blast that effortlessly pierced the shield I had created. I noticed that even though we had used a lot of aura demonic powers and much more, the mana in the air hadn't decreased a bit; the amount had definitely increased since just a week ago.
Folarin, are you okay?" I asked her while getting up and clearing the area from the pungent smoke using my wind powers.
'This is so frustrating; against that kind of energy, my aura is powerless! At this rate, all I will be able to do is run away.'
The one stalling our enemy was Forren; he even had to use his transformation to save us and give us time to recover ourselves after we'd experienced death once and got struck by his weird smoke. I punched the ground, cursing my inability to be of any help in this battle and the ones that have yet to occur.
