"WHY!" Anna's anguished cry reverberated through the hall as tears streamed down her cheeks. Collapsing onto her knees, the sound of her staff hitting the ground echoed, her gaze fixed on the man lying prone before her.
Utilizing her mental powers, Catrina froze everyone else in place, preventing their movement. Nebula erupted in flames, attempting to break free from the hold, yet her efforts, along with Lia's and others', were futile against Catrina's control.
"The density of death energy within him is too potent. As an Elderblood, his blood is more corrosive than fire itself. It could drain your life in an instant and leave him with scars far worse than a mere defeat," Catalina explained, surveying the assembled group within the empty hall, save for the fluttering curtains.
"But I'm his priestess! It's my duty!" Anna's voice cracked with desperation, her eyes bloodshot. Catrina's hold on them began to waver, noticing Anna's overwhelming anguish.
