– POV General –
In this dark night, in this dense and gloomy forest, in this clearing surrounded by fire, Hestia and Edward were still standing before the two jaguars. After the intervention of Loki and Azeil, which had ended in the poisoning of the latter, their souls had been set on fire, just like their weapons. Covered in blood from head to toe, wounded, on the verge of fainting, but determined to finish it off even if it was by crawling to victory.
Thanks to the flammable root sap, the Captain's black blade and the tip of the Master of Arms' spear had become real torches. One last time, despite their exhausted bodies, they had circulated the remaining natural energy for one last attack. It was necessary to ignore the vision-obscuring pain, every muscle screaming, the blood rushing around and the broken or dislocated bones.
