Patriarch, Tetsu von Blackmore's POV:
I crashed to the ground.
My breath caught in my throat as searing pain erupted through my body. My left arm—gone. Just gone. Severed clean by that accursed demon's blade. The agony was unbearable, but I gritted my teeth and forced myself to stay conscious. Blood poured from the wound like a river, but I summoned every ounce of my fading aura to cauterize the bleeding and steel my failing muscles.
This isn't over.
It can't be.
I could still hear the mocking laughter of that wretched Overlord demon echoing through the battlefield. Its voice scraped against my soul like nails on rusted steel.
I looked around—desperately—for any of my comrades still standing.
Cain… he had fallen. His body was battered, and a deep wound across his chest leaked blood with every faint breath he managed. His once-glorious fire magic was flickering… fading.
Lucius...
