After the Evil Armored Troll puppet had managed to restrain Zephyr from impeding her advance, Purple Crow coughed up a mouthful of blood even as the chains that impaled disappeared but she grunted fiercely and she did not hesitate even for a second to chase after August's increasingly faint figure ahead, pouring every ounce of her remaining power into the pursuit.
Her form shattered into countless crows made of swirling mana, each one reflecting her intense will and fury. They zipped through the air like purple lightning, tearing the sky apart with remarkable speed, leaving trails of energy in their wake. The speed at which she moved was crazy and reckless and even was a wastage of mana at times but she did not care!
She did not even care about her condition! She had suffered injuries from Zephyr's attacks, and the blood she had lost weighed heavily on her body. But none of those injuries could compare to the dread of losing her life, the thought of failure fueled her resolve.
