"Shit … I'm too tired for this. I already used my energy to revive myself," Sunny grumbled, fiddling with his knife. "Open the wall."
Azran paid a look at him. "Are you sure?"
"Don't make me repeat myself."
For once, the green-haired girl did what Sunny told her. His death and quick revival was enough to make her being cooperative with her archenemy. At least for now.
So, with a flick of Azran's wrist, one of the walls crumbled to the volcano's ground. Sunny didn't waste time. He located the last remaining opponent who used lightning magic. Once he found the culprit, the blond healer mage sent his small knife flying. It lodged on his shoulder, rendering him immobile.
Only then did Sunny get out of the wall's protection. "Let's make this quick."
The unknown mage trembled and fell to his knees. He begged, "Please … please have mercy …"
"Mercy?" Sunny crouched before him, frowning. "What can you offer for us in return?"
