"What do you think you're doing?!"
Francis shouted furiously. "Alan can't even form his Elemental Sword anymore—he clearly burned through all his mana in the last battle! If you're not going to help him, fine! But why the hell are you stopping me?!"
Fort shook his head slightly. "Who told you he's out of mana? Just shut up and watch."
Francis was still anxious, but Fort was too strong for him to force his way past. Left with no choice, he could only grit his teeth and keep watching from the sidelines.
High in the air, Alan stood motionless. Even as the old professor's deadly attack came hurtling toward him, Alan didn't dodge or raise a barrier. Instead, he clenched his right fist and pulled it to his side, as if storing power.
The professor, his view blocked by thick cloud walls, couldn't see what Alan was doing.
But the others below saw everything.
"What's this kid doing now? Striking a cool pose to look good while dying?"
