Little by little, Jim felt his head grow light, a dull dizziness clouding his senses. His mana reserves were nearly depleted, his movements sluggish. And worse still—Colt’s massive axe was already swinging towards him.
A single, decisive strike could end it all.
Desperation clawed at Jim’s mind, and in that moment, he remembered Neil’s words. The Bluestone.
His hand shot into his right pocket, fingers closing around the smooth, cool surface of the stone. It was fragile—deliberately so. With a firm squeeze, the crystalline rock crumbled between his fingers, shattering into fine dust.
In an instant, a surge of energy pulsed through his veins. Mana flooded into his body like a rushing river, revitalising his limbs, clearing the fog from his mind. A deep breath filled his lungs, strength r
