Once again, Valzaha resisted, raising his arm and unleashing destructive demonic beams in rapid succession.
The blasts tore through the air.
The faeries scattered, narrowly dodging each attack, their movements growing slower with every breath. Even so, Valzaha was no better—his body was badly injured, blackened wounds refusing to close.
His regeneration had slowed to a crawl.
Blood dripped from his side.
"…Tch."
Valzaha clenched his teeth.
I have to go all out.
I have to use everything.
His vision blurred, strength bleeding away with every second.
I'm already weak… and bleeding.
Above him, one faerie descended, wings trembling but eyes burning with resolve.
"Then so be it," Ragnarok Reign declared, his voice steady despite his wounds.
"I won't hold back anymore."
Instantly, Divine Mana surged around Fenrir.
