Exhaustion finally caught up with Alex. His flight faltered, and with a groan, he plummeted towards the ground. Fortunately, Sebastian, ever vigilant, caught him just before impact.
"W-Who's that...?" Sebastian stammered, his voice raw with fatigue and awe.
Jian Gang, his eyes still closed from his immense exertion, spoke, his voice laced with a hint of recognition. "If I remember that… that incredible control over mana… it could only be…" He trailed off, the name catching in his throat.
The Abyss, a wave of despair washed over Mercy.
The heroes had somehow managed to repel the celestial sword, their victory a bitter pill to swallow.
"AAA!" A primal scream ripped from her throat, a sound that echoed through the cavernous chamber like the eruption of a distant volcano.
"No time for mourning!" she roared, her voice laced with a desperate fury. "If the sword failed, then we take what we can!" With a surge of remaining demonic energy, she unleashed a devastating spell.
