Chapter 293: The Weight of a Promise
Defense: 40%.
Han's eyes flicked over the warning. His energy bar was dropping fast .... too fast. He could pull the barrier back, make it smaller, focus its power only on him and his team. But that would leave hundreds to die. He clenched his fists.
"Not happening."
He forced more power into the system. His energy plummeted as the armor drained everything it could to reinforce the shield. The numbers climbed again.
Defense: 60%.
Then dropped.
45%. 55%. 48%.
Back and forth, like a heartbeat on the edge of failure.
The battle dragged on for minutes.... long, suffocating minutes. The Emissary's screams grew weaker
Her aura flickered, the once-terrifying darkness now dim and cracked. But Han was fading too .... his vision blurring, his breathing uneven. The Living Bulwark's timer flashed red in his HUD.
[Warning: Duration limit approaching.]
