Eli felt powerless against this mighty foe. Realistically, what could he do against them? His system didn't grant any overpowered abilities to counter these bastards. In a world where Songs had to be earned through blood, sweat, and tears, rather than relying mostly on talent, there were no shortcuts either.
He hadn't forgotten the [Skill Book], and he might want to use it now, even though he had no strength left. His mana pool felt depleted, too. Would that count toward the Magic stat or the Aura stat?
He honestly didn't know.
"You're too arrogant for a Moonseeker at best," Eli rasped from the floor. "Real big-shots stay quiet. Real big-shots show up before the cleaning crew. What are you, exactly? You're just an errand boy with a long leash. Don't be mistaken — acting all high and mighty."
Colton's smile thinned.
"My, my. Mouthy little maid, aren't you."
"I'm enjoying myself, thank you very much."
