"Huff… Huff…"
Saria breathed heavily as every muscle in her body screamed.
A few meters ahead, the thing stood holding a platinum greatsword in its hands.
Despite having the same appearance as Saria, it looked nowhere near as exhausted as her. No, it didn't look exhausted at all.
Saria gritted her teeth.
'Shit!'
Several hours had passed as she continued battling the thing. Her stamina had been steadily depleting, yet the abominable thing showed no sign of fatigue.
Saria was reaching her limit at this point.
Her eyes burned with hatred as her gaze remained focused on the thing.
'Do you think I will lose to you?! Not even in your dreams!'
She channeled her mana—which was near depletion by now—and a platinum armor began materializing over her body. Of course, the thing didn't just let her do that. It rushed at her with its greatsword raised, as if prepared to strike her down.
