Neither Fayed nor Quera, nor Mayle, a party, could react in any way.
Durahan's, no, that big sword that Roig was using pierces Mail's abdomen. No, that sword didn't exactly reach Mayle's body.
─ ─ Kang, and made a high noise, and that demon prop that Mail was giving way to from Mireolo fell.
I stopped Roig's great sword. It tore apart and scattered so that it couldn't withstand the shock.
Life was saved.
But something in Mail was lost at this moment.
"How... how..."
─ ─ Cancer
He makes a blunt sound and Durahan's sword and Fayed's sword collide.
"Gu... Still tough compared to power... Mail! Something magical."
But Fayed's words don't reach Mail.
"Mail......?
Mayle just said something bumpy with an unfocused look.
"No... no... no... no... no... no..."
The reason Durahan stubbornly targeted Mayle was in that demonic prop Mireolo gave him.
Mayle kept letting go of signs of massive elves' deaths.
Without finally realizing Mireolo's intentions, he was about to end badly.
Mail has now become a true target for Durahan.
Anything that lost its sanity to the fear of death was... undead's, Durahan's favorite.
"Mail! Stay with me!
A handful of fades scream about themselves.
But Mail lost her mind, too.
Quella, the Virgin candidate who had the potential to respond professionally to the undead, realizes there for the first time.
"No way... Mr. May has been targeted for a long time...?
The fact that we were eating a blow where we didn't know was also felt by Quera as she made allowance for the wound.
But......
"Ever...... alone with such a monster ⁉"
Quera looked sideways at the shooting between Fayed and Durahan as she continued her treatment.
I also know exactly how strong Roig, Durahan's base, is, just because I've been looking at that back.
There is no doubt that the two of them can only question their strength.
Such a Roig becomes Durahan and always chases himself around.
"Ever..."
Mayle never revealed to people what had happened to her.
I noticed because it's Quera.
"No more... no more..."
Mayle had a dream the night she received that demon prop from Mireolo.
Mayle realizes that she is being taken away somewhere, that she is being attacked by someone powerful, and that she is being annoyed by an unawakened demon. That's not the dream.
Durahan is sensitive to the smell of death.
And a slightly self-lingering Roig has feelings for the Fades. That fits, and it came to Mail.
- The Death Invoker.
Quera holds the shoulder of a rattlesnake and trembling Mail.
It embodied a spirit of charity similar to the will of the Virgin Candidate, assuming that he would feed on Durahan's blade for each of himself, but still try to protect him.
If he was thorough in his defense, Mail would have been able to conjure up Durahan's offense.
But ever since I was targeted, I've been fighting fear, night after night, alone, always after life.
The only thing that supported Mayle was his insistence that he could probably win if he fought.
"Damn... I can't stop this guy anymore then...!
During the impending impasse, which would no longer last long, Fayed, for some reason, remembered the old days.