Across the battlefield, Elizabeth forced herself upright despite her missing arm, despite the agony radiating from her wounds. She grabbed her fallen sword with her remaining hand, her violet eyes blazing with determination.
A spare Aura potion appeared from her spatial ring. She drank it desperately, feeling the liquid energy flooding her system, restoring her reserves even as exhaustion weighed her down.
'He came for me.'
The thought burned through her consciousness.
'Damian came here knowing he might die…Came here without me even asking…'
She looked at Adrian's unconscious form, at the battlefield littered with corpses, at Damian carving through enemies with movements that were growing slower by the second.
'And I just... gave up. Closed my eyes and waited for death like a coward.'
The shame was worse than the physical pain.
'No more... If he's willing to die for me, the least I can do is die fighting beside him!'
