Beneath the skies that bled with dark crimson light, the atmosphere around Asher and the Moon Guardian was ever-increasing with tension.
"Do you want to know who among them is going to die for you first? I have already seen it," Lupus's words, laced with ominous foresight, hung in the air like a guillotine's blade.
Asher, his resolve tested by the chilling prophecy, felt a tremor of fear but quickly steeled his mind, "Your mind games won't work with me!" he declared, his voice a defiant roar against the tide of dread Lupus sought to instill.
With a burst of determination, Asher lunged, his right fist aimed with all the fury and hope he could muster.
He had barely any mana left after taking down all those draconians and wanted to save the last few wisps of mana for the desperate situation where he might have to enter his Damned Dimension to escape.
His stats also suffered from the backlash of using Ghoroq's power.
