"Asher…?!" Melisande called out, feeling a frightening shift in mana signature give off from the man.
"...Melisande!" Asher yelled out.
"Huh? What is it…?" Melisande responded from a distance, staying by the unconscious Dragonheart's side still.
Standing amidst the geyser of demonic energy, rippling and fuming with a burning power, Asher groaned in pain as the skewers within his armor continued penetrating his body.
"When Emilio wakes up, I need you to tell him something for me…when this is all over," Asher said, grunting through the agony.
"Why don't you tell him yourself?...Asher?" Melisande asked worriedly.
"I won't be able to…" Asher huffed, barely able to speak, "...There was no other choice."
"But–"
"Listen to me, Melisande!" Asher yelled out as his voice echoed, carried by the distortion of mana leaking from him.
