This Giant of Light, the patriarch, had been fighting frequently, and his power was severely depleted. Relying on borrowed strength to repeatedly burst forth with a speed and offensive output far exceeding his own limits came with a massive drain.
It felt as though he was deeply unfortunate, tossed about by a cruel fate. Had I not inexplicably ended up here, this situation would have at best been a mutually assured destruction, or if luck favored me, perhaps a genuine victory.
Could Tiga have simply swooped in to pick up the pieces like this? Snatching up the finishing blow after a hard-fought, pyrrhic victory. After all, their condition at that moment had hit rock bottom.
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