Now, there were only some energy and health recovering potions left in her spatial ring.
It had become fully empty of any utility items she always kept with herself to save her life in dangerous events, but even that proved to be not enough.
The more Anastasia killed, the more exhausted she became, yet the numbers of her pursuers never decreased.
To her, a powerful Monarch, it appeared as though her enemies were infinite, making despair slowly but surely crawl its way into her once firm heart, breaking her resolve.
Her mind was nearing its lowest point already.
"Oh... elder sister, elder sister, elder sister—for how long will you keep running? Isn't it tiring already? Just give up!" Obrion chuckled, his voice slick as oil on water.
Anastasia clenched her greatsword and activated her rank four tier two ability: [Emberstride].
