Ava lay on her back, her breathing erratic. Her whole body felt numb; she was unable to get up.
Since she and Michael were in the same realm, they were supposed to be equal in power. Yet that didn't prove to be the case. Even after hours of fighting, Michael was still standing on his feet, albeit with a pale expression.
"You're so mean! You didn't hold back at all. Now I can't feel my legs!" Ava mumbled with great difficulty.
'That's what she said, HAHAHA!' Devil's Tongue laughed.
Michael chuckled before dismissing the soul weapon. "I have to congratulate you; you were the one that kept going despite your state while the others gave up."
His words of praise were also meant to inspire the spirit of the others, wanting to make them push themselves harder the next day.
"I appreciate your praise, but I still can't move."
With a sigh, Michael picked her up in a princess carry.
"Happy now?" He asked.
"I—I guess it's a bit better…" She looked to the side, hiding her blush.
