It was too late. Zolan did not make it to save the girl.
Just as he had attacked, the monster ripped the girl apart in half. But even at that moment, the courageous light fae still managed to summon out a ball of light despite her body which had already been torn into two parts.
Zolan could only grit his teeth and ignore his burning eyes as he jumped at the monster's head and pierced its throat over and over until it collapsed to the ground, blood spurting out of the wounds and creating a huge puddle of blood right under its own body.
"Fuck!" He cursed and looked behind him, then to the light fae who was now lying lifelessly on the ground. Though he knew that this was inevitable in a war, it still was not a good feeling having to see a young thing like that dying under such unfavourable circumstances. If only he had moved a little faster.
