Her hair whipped behind her, her breathing heavy and ragged.
Her heart pounded so violently that she could feel it shaking her ribs.
She knew better than anyone, her abilities were monstrous. Overpowered, even. Against any normal recruit, her gravity beams alone would've shredded them to pieces before they even realized what killed them. A single hit could rupture internal organs, a few more could crush bones outright.
But against Bruce…
Against him, it was all meaningless.
Every trick, every burst of mana, every refined technique she unleashed, it all just bounced off the impossible wall that was his existence.
And now, the harsh truth hit her like a cold knife.
Her mana reserves were almost gone.
Her steps faltered for a second, her vision blurring at the edges. The deep thrum of power that always echoed in her veins now flickered weakly, barely holding together.
'I'm out of mana…' she realized, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood.
