James clenched his fists tightly. The strength Damien was displaying now was the reason he and the elders had never won the war against the dark side, even after Azazeal disappeared. He cursed.
'The people outside the barrier are here to save me! If it's really Kyle who had called them, I'm sure Elizabeth is with them too! They're in danger! Damn it!'
He gritted his teeth, fully aware that after fighting for so long, his body was teetering on the edge of giving in. It was nothing but sheer willpower that kept him going.
He fought against the relentless pressure weighing down on him. If only he could use the artifacts Odiak had given him; he could easily escape this suffocating force. But unfortunately, at that moment, he couldn't even move his fingers, let alone retrieve those artifacts from his mind space.
His trembling gaze shifted toward Hubert, only to discover that the old dragon was in even worse condition.
