On the battlefield, his wives faltered under the Demigod's power. Vinea slid back through the mud, her spear cracked and trembling. Alice panted, while the Spirit beasts lay unconscious in their human forms. Even Ciela's arrows lost their radiance and burned before reaching Mephisto.
Yet none of them could give up, because they suddenly felt it. The pulse that reverberated from his chest, from that strange black crystal beyond the walls.
Levia's arms held her shield up with blood oozing from her nose and ears. She slammed her shield into the wall to add another layer above Asmodeus. The iron dome trembled, covered in cracks, nearly breaking.
Her eyes shifted from the battle to the man lying silent, when he suddenly twitched.
"Eh... did he just move?!"
Sariel and Riel hummed in either side of Asmodeus's ears, their voices gruff and raspy from overuse, yet their lips pressed against him in unison, carrying their mana directly into his body, hoping to help him.
