Wysteria POV
The sudden sight of reapers shocked my bones, pulling me out of the fight to protect myself. I released the shield on my skin and unleashed a dozen sword shields into the air, shooting to every corner to shield the innocent, instantly cutting off the reapers by half.
"Forgive me... for the ones who I couldn't save."
Blood spurted out of my mouth. I couldn't scream, yet shout for help over the pain ripping away my soul.
"Iz, protect them..." I glanced in the direction where I felt his magic was the strongest.
"WYSTERIA!!!"
Everything went dark with my silent prayer for this gnawing fire on my flesh to die out, to stop killing me. I even wished I died instead of facing this unbearable torture.
Each flesh I mended was devoured thrice faster, drowning my hope and effort
