The attack continued.
Aamon barely managed to raise his hand to defend himself, but the strange death energy spreading through his body slowed him down.
Seeing this, Belphegor stepped in as the attack was about to hit.
"Hey! Stop wasting time and heal yourself already!" he roared, his voice filled with urgency.
"What do you think I'm doing?" Aamon snapped, gritting his teeth as he poured all his power into counteracting the death energy. His body trembled under the strain, dark veins pulsing along his skin as he fought the invasive force.
Belphegor's dome held, but the attacker had no intention of stopping anytime soon.
"I can't hold this forever, you know," he growled, his usually lazy tone replaced by frustration.
Aamon groaned in frustration.
