Far from the suffocating main battlefield, in a relatively peripheral wooded area, Galvis was gasping for breath, his back so hunched he could barely stand straight.
He narrowed his eyes, clouded by his fading Life Energy, and strained to see a distant figure. Despite the sporadic attacks, the figure remained standing with eyes closed, as motionless as a statue.
Tula.
'What in the world is that guy doing?'
Doubt filled his mind, and an absurd thought flashed through it uncontrollably.
'Could it be... he's afraid of the Power Roland has shown? Is that why he's shrinking from the fight?'
But the moment the idea appeared, he fiercely rejected it.
"Mr... Galvis..."
A slightly hesitant voice interrupted his thoughts.
Standing beside him, Philis clenched her fists tightly, only to let them go limp again.
