Matt could feel the ball of void growing weaker and weaker. The will behind it lessened until he pushed the black hole back long enough to expend its power. He stood there, utterly spent.
His Concept was beyond empty, and he felt like a towel that had been wrung to the point of tearing.
But he had won.
One arm was outstretched and gushing blood at the concave point where the orb had eaten at his flesh. The wound was causing him to get more and more light headed with each heartbeat.
Matt met the eyes of the mage in front of him, who stood panting with pale disbelief written across his face and gave him a grin of victory. He reactivated [Cracked Phantom Armor], staunching the blood loss, and pulled back his sword. He moved to drive it through the man’s unarmored chest, when a familiar bl
