Despite the brutal injury, Era didn’t move. She planted her feet firmly, refusing to give ground.
"Stay... back," she rasped, her voice trembling but resolute. Her remaining hand ignited with a faint golden light, shaky yet determined as she prepared to summon whatever strength she had left.
Era’s arm was cut clean off. Blood sprayed everywhere, soaking the ground in red. Weak from pain and loss of blood, she dropped to one knee, hand trembling as she tried to stop the flow. She was exhausted, fighting just to stay conscious, each breath came short and ragged.
The attacker laughed, a cold, cruel sound that hung in the air. Era’s blood had speckled his face. He licked a drop off his lip, savoring it like some kind of twisted victory.
Aaron lay helpless on the ground, his body too beaten
