'I can still use it!'
My expression turns pleasant as I reach out to my hope of salvation.
Once I hold onto the fattened spear, I hear a loud noise emerging from beyond the barrier.
It screams "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" while growing louder by the second.
It's a familiar voice.
A smile subconsciously graces my face.
Then—
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!!
The entire ritual collapses, and the feedback causes the dome to erupt with the leftover power that it has stored up.
Everything is covered in a deluge of crimson light.
If not for my current position, and the ability of the spear to absorb all the excess energy, I would likely be flooded with all of that excessive energy.
With my kind of durability, I doubt I would even last a second.
However…
"No one on my team is going to die here!" I remember the Captain's words and almost laugh at the current dangers that swirl around me.
Why do I feel a sense of reassurance somehow?
I feel no fear at all.
