"Mother... I'm running out of mana."
"Artoria, I'm almost out of mana, too..."
A worn-out Mordred and a shamefaced Artoria were being dragged through the desert by Aier, one on the left and one on the right. Their battlefield earlier had been reduced to an absolute mess as the two of them kept trading Excaliburs and hurling Clarent Blood Arthur at each other.
If not for Aier's modest Chakra reserves, whether the three of them—no, whether Aier could have made it out alive was a big question mark.
Chapter 39