The next cooldown hit like a cruel little bell tolling somewhere behind my eyes.
We didn't stop.
We couldn't.
Rotation again. Basic skills. Sustain. Control. Survive.
I slammed forward with Righteous Slash, holy energy coating the blade but barely biting.
The damage numbers mocked me. Compared to Celestial Strike, everything else felt like scratching a god with a spoon.
"Still ticking," Kael called out, ducking under a black arc and answering with a shallow cut. "She's not letting up."
Zeref didn't answer. He was busy keeping his flames thin and precise, sweat pouring down his neck as he canceled spells mid-cast just to dodge.
Fire lanced out in bursts, not explosions. Burn stacks only. No risks.
Keiji's ice shattered again. He cursed under his breath and re-cast, slower this time. "She's adapting. Breaking faster."
And then she hit back.
A wave of black force detonated outward.
I took it head-on by instinct and immediately regretted it.
