Two Hundred and Thirteen.

Lyon spat out blood, there was limitation to his powers, his calculations weren't accurate and he could feel himself getting weaker as the fight went on.

“Come on, Lyon Armstrong!” The Dark Lord mocked as he struck Lyon with yet another hit, “didn’t you call me a coward, who’s the coward now?!” The Dark Lord added.

Lyon’s body weakened, he had tried everything in his power to at least hit the Dark Lord but it felt as though all of his strikes were going through him instead of hitting him.

He winced, his body seemed to be giving up on him and Lyon could feel the flashbacks filling his mind as his life flashed right before his eyes.

There’s no way he could hit the Dark Lord in his own territory, Lyon tried to look for a way to communicate with his friends but all communication links were cut off when he got into the Dark World.

His magic held no water and he remembered the necklace his parents gave him but resorting to that right now was the last thing he wanted to do.

“Am I really weak