Shadows of the Lost
The one in front of them was just strong, perhaps, so strong that he doubted whether he could lay a dent on him.
Truly, Mr. Heirt wasn’t called an Elite Skipper for nothing.
But Hail was never going to give up. He’d show this bastard why he was ranked at the top. Glaring at him, pouring all he got to this one final attack, he stretched his palm and released all his anger through the ball of fire that hurled toward him.
Hail breathed heavily as his eyelids droop, his lips were shaking as his heart clenched. With one last look at Mr. Heirt who managed to create a shield that diverted the course of his attack, he fell on the ground, catching his breath.
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