C405. Apex Predator
Half of Thirteen's body had been blown away by his spell which seemed to have been reflected at him several folds by something surrounding the emissary. His near-translucent body was only hanging on to life by absorbing the Mana essence around himself.
Spirits were being attuned to the natural energy around them and could easily assimilate their internal Mana with the raw and unfiltered essence of the world.
However, this was not an easy process.
As Thirteen attempted to restore his nearly exhausted Mana, he looked to Nine for assistance as he dragged himself across the ground and bellowed.
"What are you doing? We should've attacked together, she's stronger than what you describe—"
Before he could get the last word of his sentence out, the end of a cane came crashing into what remained of his head, ending what little grip he had on life.
"I'm to take it you're next, Number 9..."