"HELIAS, HELP! HER HANDS ARE BURNING, DO SOMETHING!" the girl shrieked, struggling in vain to pull her friend away from the sword whose hands were sealed onto: one of Ilya's twin blade.
"I-I CAN'T! THEY ARE LINKED! THE SWORD IS ACTING AS A CONDUIT, AND IT IS DRAINING HER LIFE AWAY!" the scribe shouted.
Miles away in the temple, Ilya was locked in the heat of his greatest battle, completely blind to the fact that his actions were extinguishing the life of the person he loved most.
"Son..." a voice echoed.
"Son, you must stop, or you will lose her forever."
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