Truth be told, fighting two small ash statues shaped like little girls didn't carry much merit. However, since both sides were E-rank—based on Monar's observation, whose experience seemed reliable—their power levels were equal. That was why Mitsuki stood in front of him, seeking to protect him while also receiving the power he needed.
The elf understood everything and extended his hand. "This is going to hurt quite a bit, so you'd better endure it."
Electricity wrapped around Mitsuki's body before he could even process what was about to happen. He groaned as a painful tingling sensation surged through all his limbs, while the veins inside his body accelerated the flow of his blood.
His eyes took on the amber glow of Monar's magic.
"You're ready now," said the dark elf.
Mitsuki slowly turned around, annoyed.
"That hurt like hell."
Monar smiled.
"If Marco had the balls to endure it, why can't you?"
