He grinned. "Share your light with me… or I'll take it all."
Cecelia's mana wavered. "Don't underestimate me."
She thrust both hands forward, releasing a beam of light.
Greed roared and caught it in his palm.
The light dimmed, absorbed into his veins.
Cecelia gasped. "He's… taking my mana?"
Kael rushed in, slamming his sword into Greed's leg to break the focus. "Don't channel light magic—it only fuels him!"
"How do you know that?!" she shouted back.
Kael didn't answer.
He didn't want to. The shard on his chest pulsed brighter, as if reacting to every demon's presence.
And then came the worst of them all.
Sloth, the misty giant, loomed above Kael. Its hollow voice drifted through the air like a dying breath.
"Why struggle… when rest feels so much easier…"
Kael staggered. His legs felt like lead, his mana slowing, as if the air itself conspired to hold him down.
He gritted his teeth. "Damn… you…"
