That time I failed as an Author and got reincarnated in Tensura

Chapter 92: Culminated Plan

3rd Pov

Laying the two bodies on the cold ground of the Jura Forest, Obera who had previously fled the battlefield to take care of Milim and Velzard.

She halted her march since Velzard's condition suddenly got worse, settling them in a cave she coated the surroundings with her angelic aura while trying to stabilize the ic dragon's condition.

Though all were in veins as in the end, she is but a primordial angel...the difference between her kind and the mighty true dragon is vast, vaster than one would expect.

Obera : Dammit, I should have taken a healing class...

The grounding resonance of the ever growing chaos outside the cave warned Obera, explosion after explosion, show of aura and fights.

All happened while she remained hidden there, making sure to hold onto Velzard's life and Milim who constantly shifted uncomfortably.

Obera : Though it seems the situation has calmed down a bit, the natural flow of mana is a mess so I can't tell exactly what is going on.

This was making her anxious, at least she was sure that the world wasn't destroyed so the light of hope will remain lit.
But that didn't mean they weren't losing, frankly Obera didn't believe at all in anyone's victory over the world destroying dragon.
And she couldn't even leave to check, seeing Velzard's body glowing in a transparent shine...she had to stay put in case the frost dragon truly disappeared.

Obera : I can at best supply her with magicule but even that hold barely any effect.

In fact she was feeling drained, perhaps if she were to sacrifice her current life, she could replenish a portion of Velzard's power, enough to call back forward her consciousness.

At the cost of her life however, thought she will resurrect at a later date...

Obera : (I need to take care of Milim but Velzard-sama will be much more valuable fighting wise even in a weakened state.)

It was a dilemma she had constantly in mind while attending to the dragon duo, a cooldown startled Obera when Velzard's body reacted to a pulse.

The fading of her existence accelerated suddenly.

Obera : Did they fail ? This reaction must be directly bound with her core...

Rushing to her side, Obera increased the output of her magicule feeling the strain more than ever.
But no matter how much intensity she added, Velzard's condition kept decreasing toward the worst...

Obera : No no no...

Spreading her wings, she resorted to all the last resort she had thought of while waiting.
One by one, her cards were displayed and used before failing...the angelic threads of aura linked with the vanishing body.

Obera : Ugh-

Her head spinning, golden blood escaped her skin...she gasped when the last bit of usable magicule left her body.
Falling on a knee, her breath ragged feeling her consciousness being assaulted by a heavy headache.

Obera : This is bad...the recoil for lack of magicule...

Supporting herself with raw physical strength, her aura that has been warming up the surrounding died leaving the cold cave into a field of darkness.

Her wings retracted weakly, the realization that her limit was reached...Obera started closing her eyes in frustration.

Another layer of darkness veiled her pupils, only then for a shade of orange to illuminate the darkness set in motion.
Replacing her power, another source of light came in to clarify the cave, a comforting power surged in refilling Obera's magicule.