Chapitre 333: The Demonic Atlar (4) The Crack

The pain from my decaying arm was like a storm brewing under my skin, a slow, creeping destruction that I could feel in every fiber of my being. But I couldn't let it stop me. There was no time for weakness, not now. I pushed through the agony, keeping my focus sharp, my eyes scanning the battlefield for every slight movement, every shift in the demons' positioning.

Aurelia and Anastasia, though they must have sensed my distress, showed no signs of hesitation. They had their own battles to fight, and they couldn't afford to worry about me. I wouldn't let them. Aurelia was locked in combat with the fire demon, her golden flames flickering like a dying star. Anastasia's dark flames wrapped around the shadow demon, holding it at bay, but I knew they couldn't last much longer. The strain on them was visible in every movement, every heavy breath.