All eyes were fixed on Darian's figure.
No one knew how much time had passed, but the remaining energies finally disappeared completely. Darian snorted lightly, while the flames surrounding him also faded, dissipating into the air.
"Your three attacks are already done. I didn't move, so... you lost," he murmured lightly.
With a light jump, he flew, and his two feet touched the ground outside the immense crater.
"... argh"
Vymara's body bent forward, completely pale and bluish from head to toe. Drops of cold sweat ran down her entire body. Her posture was extremely twisted, barely able to remain standing. Her fluctuations were weak and exhausted, and the pain from her internal injuries, after using a power she couldn't withstand, afflicted her heavily; but...
Her eyes were wide open, her pupils bulging and fixed on Darian, who was completely unharmed, revealing an indescribable confusion.
