137 Sore Loser

Oliver bowed: "I only have enough mana to save one…"

Whoever Doevm looked at; a pang shot through his heart. 'This is what I get for developing emotions. My logic is blocked. I can't think straight.' He tried to turn his thoughts into actions, but the only result was a throbbing headache and another needle of guilt puncturing his heart.

'Think damn it. Why do I feel something blocking my thoughts?' He grasped the sides of his head and squeezed hard. 'Why is this decision so difficult? I should just choose one based on who can serve me better.' He looked at them again. He already knew the answer to that question, but he rejected it.

Oliver looked to Doevm: "After a few more minutes, they will both be gone..."