Even with three of us—myself, Silena, and the Hero—facing off against Seraphine in her demonized state, the fight was anything but easy.
I was already at my limit, having drained all my mana in the earlier battle with the Demon King. All I could rely on now was my physical strength. The Hero, Getmwa Joshegiquat, was clearly distracted, his swings hesitant, his focus scattered, likely shaken by the abrupt turn of events in the story right before the supposed ending.
Clang! Clang!
The only one among us fighting at full capacity was Silena. In her usual unnervingly calm state, she pressed forward, undeterred by the fact that Seraphine's enhanced physical abilities were overwhelming both me and the Hero. Combined with her ranged attacks, Silena was managing to keep Seraphine at bay but had no capacity to offer additional support.
If nothing else, this gave me an opening to address the Hero and snap him out of his daze. It was critical that his head was in the fight—our lives depended on it.
“Hey, pull yourself together.”
“……”
