'What is that?'
Panic crept across her face as she noticed the blackened patches spreading along Irene's arms and body.
Then it struck her, Ruvian's warning just a moment before about fighting volatile Dark Mana…
Her gaze dropped to the small wound on Irene's skin again.
That had to be it.
"Can you still fight?" Silvena asked, her voice tight.
"Yes… I can, my lady." Irene forced the words out, steadying herself as she drew back into a battle stance.
Silvena's gaze shifted forward.
The demon was descending the broken steps toward them, unhurried, twin blue flames flickering in his hands.
"Looks like one of you is slowly losing her life," the demon remarked, its voice laced with cruel amusement.
"Ah… no matter. I'll deal with the two of you quickly, then I can go down and finish that bastard before Raglak does."
At those words, something important clicked in Silvena's mind.
Ruvian's limit.
Seven minutes.
After that… his body would be completely paralyzed.
