The more he fought, the closer he got to the seven minutes and the harder it was for him to move. His breathing was ragged.
"Fuck!"
Not wanting to kill himself he commanded Moros tto detach from him which he followed the orders.
[Master, just admit you were wrong and apologise. Pride will not help your survive this.]
Levi understood where Lilith was coming from. But it was just impossible for him to do, he was a King of a kingdom now, surrendering and begging for his life would be the most embarrassing thing. He wasn't sure he would be able to lead them and be confident in front of them if he were to give up now.
It was sudden but the light from the sun was blocked for a moment, he took it as an attack and prepared to cast an inscription on himself despite the warnings from his ancestors.
