The second blade stabbed through the collapsing defense and caught Seraphelle's shoulder, corruption energy burning into flesh.
Seraphelle screamed as demonic magic seared her shoulder, disrupting her divine power.
Her healing magic flickered and failed.
"NO!" Gattychan tried to reach her, tried to help—
But with his re-broken arm and seventeen wounds, he could barely stand, much less sprint across the battlefield.
Seraphina kicked Seraphelle in the chest—broken ribs grinding, the healer flying backward to crash into rubble again.
"Your healer is down," Seraphina announced coldly. "Let's see how long you survive without her."
She turned back to Gattychan, both corruption blades ready.
Without Seraphelle's healing, Gattychan's seventeen wounds were actively killing him. Blood loss alone would render him unconscious in minutes.
