Zavier wanted to at least test the limits of the mirror before falling. So, he made another huge blade with the last of his blood and rushed in for another flurry of attacks.
As soon as he slashed the round mirror at her chest, a clear clanging sound rang out that almost burst the eardrums of those standing nearby.
At the same time Zavier felt a repulsive force so great that it shook his innards that had already been injured earlier in the fight.
The defence was stronger than anything that he could have imagined. It had no loop holes. It was a perfect defence that any S rank mage would have been unable to penetrate.
That was the last of Zavier's blood. He didn't have anything else to keep him going. Even the system that gave him ideas at crucial moments was silent this time which meant that he truly had exhausted all his available options. The only route forward was the death that was awaiting him.
