Last Bullet

"Max, the potions are draining, but there's no end to them!"

"Hang on Elenora! Rimel, use some from you!"

"Max, mine will be finished too!"

I'm trying to catch up with the calls for help from where the girls are, our magician and healer consuming potions like water.

"Plague, what's up with you?"

When the temporary staff didn't make a sound, I wondered if she was dead or not. Again, the answer did not come; I looked at the party screen. The magic energy bar has turned into an equalizer. Up and down, he can't talk about using potions, poor girl.

"I'm holding this. Guys, hold on!"

The only good news comes from the front of our tank. Even though his HP was half, his words were enough to instill hope because my face turned purple. Toraman's arms were so swollen that he was at least three times his normal size. They end with neither hitting nor tossing. Without their walls of ice, they'll eat us to the bone like a swarm of locusts haunting your crops.