A sigh of resignation was all the white-scaled Monster could muster.
The only hope he had left was Dark Magic. He had managed to use it during his fight against the Undead Lich but... Not now.
Mark was unable to use it.
Unable to connect with that feeling. With that darkness. That emptiness.
Perhaps it was because he had seen Krista. Perhaps because Laylah had made him think about Elisa. Perhaps because his death had allowed Laylah to escape. Because his death served a purpose?
Never had Mark faced a more certain death than now.
Yet, he could feel that his instincts wouldn't help. His Titles wouldn't butt in. No Influence either... Nothing.
It was fun while it lasted.
Fun, but also sad.
Perhaps this could have been avoided.
All of it could have been avoided.
Raven had given him freedom instead of acting as a guide. Freedom to wander. Freedom to face Commanders and Generals on his own.
