Luna found herself rooted to the spot, as if an enormous weight had fallen onto her, so heavy she couldn't move a single muscle in her body.
'Pathetic… I'm still this weak.'
That was the only thought in her mind as a rage different from the vengeance she had felt before began rising in her chest, and with it, her blood.
Even at her current level, she could still be crushed like a mere insect? She refused to accept it.
She wouldn't allow it. If she had to die, she would do so on her own terms.
She forced the mana in her body to circulate violently, trying to push back against the pressure crushing her. She failed, but she didn't stop. She tried again, and again, forcing her mana core beyond the limits of her current level, to the point where it began to crack under the strain.
