Storm clenched his jaw, his body still crackling with residual energy. But the rage burning inside him had nothing to do with Elvira. No—he was furious at himself. 'I should have ended this earlier.'
If is mind if he had gone all out from the start, this battle would already be over. He had options—methods that could have guaranteed his victory.
But now? Now he had burned through too much mana, leaving him without the resources to use them.
His gaze sharpened as he focused on Elvira. 'If not for her…' His mind raced, piecing together the fragments of what had just happened. 'But just who the hell is she?' No one had mentioned her in their reports. This was a critical failure in their intelligence. 'Those bastards!'
Meanwhile, across the battlefield, Ben saw a flood of notifications flicker across his vision.
[Your Krell Scout has perished!]
[Your Krell Soldier has perished!]
[Your Krell Scout has perished!]
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