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ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴘɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ!Anya was silent for a moment.
"It's not." both her and Emelie said at the same time.
"It's going to kill me, too." The shorter elf added.
"But ... it won't be as torturous as what it's doing to you."She added. Anya didn't say anything, just sighed.
"Please... just take the mana. I can't hold it much longer." Anya said simply.
"Just... just let me go. Please." She added. She wasn't begging, it was a requiest, but that didn't change the fact that it was still almost a beg. She couldn't handle this pain for much longer, and she knew that.
Emelie didn't say anything for a moment before stepping up to Anya, who dropped to her knees because she just couldn't hold herself up anymore with the pain, and laid a hand on either side of the demon's face.
"Thank you, Ananiel." Emelie said, her voice grateful as there was a pulse of mana, a large one at that. It caused both of them, along with Gregory, to disintegrate from existence, and the one that had led Anya down there was blasted into a wall, but with no pain.