"Stop!" Luna yelled, her voice cracking in despair as the magus' slow, deliberate steps echoed through the cave, each sound a grating reminder of her impending doom, assaulting her tense nerves.
She pushed herself off the ground, her swift movement causing the wind to whip her clothes. Unbeknownst to her, an item slipped from her pocket, glinting faintly under her core's light. Despite her sorrow and unwillingness to leave Prometheus' side in his darkest moment, she knew she had to act. If she didn't protect herself, all their sacrifices would have been in vain.
Drawing courage from his unwavering will to survive, her body blurred. In a blink, she stood between her vibrant core and the dreadful magus.
"Leave fiend!" She roared, mobilising all her mana to launch a devastating strike.
However, her eyes enlarged, and her pupils trembled before she could. Not because the unafraid magus kept his leisure pace but because of what stood behind him.
