War encroached Dravania with alarming speed, while the dark emperor's strength swelled with each passing moment, eclipsing the power of the one fated to stand against him.
Derrick sat opposite Royal Knight, his hand latched onto his.
Heavy breaths flowed out of Derrick, his eyes closed, and his legs sat in a cross-legged manner, his mind focused on only one thing, the Varyn flowing through him.
"Pull on it, Derrick," Royal Knight ordered. They had been going at this for hours.
"I'm trying!" Derrick grunted, the words barely escaping his mouth.
One thing Royal Knight had failed to mention was how delicate and precise Varyn had to be.
One wrong move, and it would feel as if his blood had been replaced with molten lava.
"Stay calm Derrick." Royal Knight's voice agitated Derrick even more.
Derrick could sense the tingling of Varyn around his fingers. His goal was to try and circulate it around his body, and so far, he was stuck at his elbows.
