On Eisenhart's side, time passed, and his mana dwindled at an alarming rate. Pain surged through him as his magic vein's mana regeneration couldn't keep up with the consumption of his terror construct. Restlessness gnawed at him. At this rate, if he didn't finish off the archangel quickly, he would be the one to die when his mana ran dry.
"Tch… this is going nowhere… kill her!" Fearing that his mana would deplete before he could extract any useful information from Michaela, Eisenhart decided to cut his losses and commanded his Terror Construct to eliminate the archangel.
From Michaela's perspective, Daniel approached her and stopped in front of her. She had already fallen to the ground, sitting lifelessly, her heart aching from the words spoken by her lord.
"Offer me your life to atone for your sins, Michaela," said Daniel's terror construct.
