Margoth, The Key

"You're the Dark Lord," Sabrina shivered as she looked at Ghost's face through all the dark mist and cloud enveloping him. She slowly dragged her feet towards Michael,

"It's you," She could barely raise her hand to touch his face.

"Sabrina," Michael was conflicted. He saw her die and sensed her heartbeat stop. Yet, she was standing before him alive. His mind was boggled. 

"How?" Michael questioned himself. At that time,  he didn't know when he roared in anger, the sound kick-started her heart again. His roar contained such power.

As she was touching his face, she suddenly lost the strength in her legs and collapsed back, only to get caught by Michael.

He squatted down slowly, putting her on the ground while drawing out the sword from her chest. He immediately took out a healing potion to give her, but she shook her head and swatted away the healing potion.

"Let me die. Otherwise," Sabrina coughed up blood,