Reia's consciousness wavered, her body weakened from the poison that now coursed through her veins. Struggling to keep her eyes open, she watched as Na'mer's figure approached, his steps deliberate and his expression twisted in triumph. She was barely able to hold onto her focus as he drew closer.
Na'mer's voice echoed in her ears, a manic monologue that revealed his warped sense of victory. "This moment will be etched in history," he declared, his tone a mixture of excitement and arrogance. "The day I defeated an S-rank mage like you, Reia Fleet. They'll sing songs about this."
Reia's gaze flickered towards him, her vision blurred and her thoughts a muddled haze. She attempted to move, to muster any ounce of strength, but her body felt like lead, betraying her will.
