☀️ Arselia and Akonia

As soon as the battle signal sounded, Phyr felt it. So, this is what weakened Harold? This is the special technique? Horrifying. It was easier to stand against a Despair Dragon, even though she had to strain her will then, but in the end, that will was enough to feel confident. In this case, however, it felt as if the entire universe had turned against her, to the point that her armor felt as worn as some pathetic leather jacket.

Her very soul thinned, and how is that possible? Is this how exiled aliens feel in the last millisecond of their lives? An unforgettable experience, although not as bad as being burned to ashes.

There was no time to analyze the reasons, nor the strength to dodge the ensuing attack. All she could do was clench her teeth and hope that the barrage of blows would end before the knight's crumbling Fortress was completely destroyed. "I haven't lost yet, I'll survive until my turn, and then I'll use my shield," she thought with a firm, wide smile, holding onto Apophis, which she had plunged into the ground. But – while thinking this, she found herself on her knees, hanging onto the hilt. In the noise of the saw and her own frantic pulse, the grandmaster didn't immediately notice that she had already reached one hit point and couldn't get up, even though she usually gets a second wind in such situations.

Haha, it seems that's it.