Max wanted to curse, but he held the words inside as he looked across the Spirit Realm and saw how little mana remained within it. The colors that had once covered every part of the land were fading, countless spirits could barely keep their bodies upright, and if Max continued until there was nothing left for the realm to sustain itself, the entire place would collapse with him and everyone still connected to it.
He released his grip on the armrests and forced himself to stand.
"Spirit Sovereign!" Saelunith exclaimed, though her voice barely escaped her exhausted throat.
Max lowered his gaze toward her and saw the exhaustion filling her eyes. Her face had grown pale, her body trembled each time she attempted to move, and her fingers clutched desperately at his clothes as though holding him there was the only way to prevent everything they had done from being wasted.
However, Max could tell that continuing would eventually kill her along with the others.
