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/Step… Step…/
/Thud/
"..."
With a few steps, Dale jumped out of the Wyvern's back, standing now face to face with the wounded Wuril and the tense Fir.
Both of their expressions were serious, one fiercer than the other…
Albeit it was hard to say who was more than the other.
/Clench.../
Wuril held his blade, knowing full well that everything he fought for was right behind him, while Fir stood up not only for herself but for the man in front of her also.
She tried to step forward to put herself between Wuril and Dale, but the latter did something unusual.
He raised his left palm, turning it to the sky.
/Cling…/
And at that moment, when everyone wondered what he was about to do, a glistering purplish potion appeared in his hand.
