The air thickened as Dila's magical energy spiraled violently around her like a vortex. Her hair floated. Her blue aura surged—blazing, unstable.
☆ M-Master! Please refrain from using your magical power too much! You're burning up! ☆
Nari's frail voice echoed inside Dila's mind, panic rising.
☆ Mana Level: 0 / 2500
Health Level: 3098 / 25000
Warning: Health is now sustaining magic power. Drop from 6800 → 3098. Please, I beg you—stop this, master! If you die… I die too… ☆
Dila clenched her eyes shut, her pulse hammering.
"Okay…" she whispered to herself. "Dila… calm down…"
But her left side throbbed in sharp agony—right where the massive axe had struck her before. The bandages were soaked through. Blood dripped again, soaking the fabric as her aura flickered, then cracked apart like shattered glass.
Her power vanished.
A silence swept in its place.
Still resting his hand on the general's shoulder, Zeon chuckled, carefree. "See? She's calm now. Told ya." He beamed.
