Justus dangles in the Emperor's grasp for dear life, his face turning an unnatural shade of purple.
The Emperor's haunting voice feels like venom.
"Is this all you got, you traitor?!"
His grip on Justus's neck tightens. My hand shakes around the hilt of my sword of darkness, and rage bubbles in my chest, but fear holds me back. Justus's eyes lock onto mine, begging me to do something.
I glance at Ignis, who is in a fiery blaze as he launches himself at the Emperor. He's a blaze of crimson flames resembling a phoenix—the same technique I saw take out a high-ranking dragon. What I know now is a lot more terrifying. The technique exchanges life force for raw power. We can only hope it will inflict some damage on the Emperor before Ignis's life force becomes too low.
