The sound of metal crashing echoed through the ruined hall again and again.
Each hit landed heavier than the last, like someone was hammering a coffin shut for good.
Crypian stood frozen for a second, eyes fixed on the fight.
The Love Guardian looked pathetic now. His armor was bent in weird places it was never meant to bend.
Every step he took was slower, shakier.
Rosalina swung the war hammer again and the big guardian stumbled sideways like a drunk man.
His huge sword barely stayed in his trembling hands.
'He's not going to last another five minutes,' Crypian thought.
He turned to Alia, his face turning dead serious. "Listen carefully," he said in a low voice.
"At this rate, we are going to die. We need to do something right now."
Alia stared at him with wide, anxious eyes. Her hands were shaking.
"But how?" she whispered. Her voice cracked with fear.
