บท 111: Anxious

Zarilan's heart fell into the deepest despair; it was not entirely because he was about to face his death but because of the fact that their hope, their world's one last rope to survive, was about to be cut off prematurely. 

He could not help but close his eyes in helplessness. There was no way to reason or beg either; the man before them would not listen to any of that. 

And that was the truth. This Kamille was not one to negotiate, his impulsive and irrational side. 

"AHHHH!" Soon a terrified scream resounded, but it was not loud, more like a hoarse and unwilling shout. 

As Zarilan predicted, the formation was about to fall apart. Coupled with the pressure that came from Kamille and the black fire surrounding them, the exhaustion of mana had finally come for them.