Intervention, the choice

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/Crack…/

/Step…/

"..."

With his shield resting against the ground, the Tank raised his head before turning to look at the Priestess one last time.

Despite the chaos that descended on the battlefield around them, she was still kneeling on the ground, shining faintly as she continued with her prayer.

/Mumble.../

Faint and weak meaningless words were the only things that could be heard from time to time as her body shivered in the wind.

It was a pitiful but pious sigh to behold.

"... I'll buy as much time as I can." He said with determination

'I can only hope it's enough.'

Too much had been sacrificed for them to be there, too many hardships for them to be given this opportunity.

To be ahead of the whole world one must take the hardest of gambles, and this was proving to be just that.