I was slowly getting tired, my muscles aching with every movement, but then I noticed something odd: Mirabel wasn't attacking me. She wasn't even on her feet anymore. I could see her slumped slightly, breathing heavily as her gaze remained locked onto me, a mixture of frustration and determination evident in her eyes.
Her clone was her most powerful spell, and from the way her chest rose and fell, I realized it must have used up almost all her Mana. She was recovering, probably buying herself time before launching another attack. If I could defeat her clone now, the battle would be over. It was an opportunity I couldn't miss.
I took a deep breath as the clone charged at me again. Our swords clashed in another flurry of strikes and counters. I could feel the weight of exhaustion pressing down on me, but I couldn't let it stop me.
