*[Ghost]
For a few seconds, Ghost stood silently looking towards the battleground where Pagan and Ursa were still fighting.
~They need help,~ she thought to herself, before taking a step in their direction. However, a hand grabbed onto one of her auxiliary legs... it felt warm.
"Y-You need to stay here and take care of them. As- as you can see, I'm not in the best shape," Lucius said, coughing and laughing in between words.
She looked down at him and couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt. Why did it always end up like this?
She had promised herself that after what happened during the fight against the necromancer, she would never allow Lucius to fight alone. Yet here she was, staring at him all beaten and bruised, while she stood and did nothing in the backlines.
She looked at the battlefield once more; Ursa and Pagan seemed to be doing okay, but still, she couldn't shake off the feeling that she was being useless.
