Suddenly, a flash of blinding white light erupted within me. My vision swam for a moment, then cleared. Next, I felt a surge of power as I used my remaining XP points to increase my stamina and speed to their maximum.
"Macaron, I'm done. Hide safely for now," I said, my voice steadier now, though still tinged with urgency.
Macaron nodded, a flicker of concern in his eyes, before disappearing into the shadows, flying away from us.
I took a deep breath, the air tasting metallic. I grabbed my daggers, pulling one from my belt. A silvery-white light shimmered from the iron blade.
Sneaking a peek, I saw that Angela was still desperately fighting to free herself from the Rogue's grasp, her struggle growing weaker with each passing moment. Cypher, meanwhile, was focused on severing the Rogue's left arm, a whirlwind of attacks.
