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This dark reflection of Bahamut -- who would have known how brutal, how wily it was, bouncing its fire precisely off its own reflective barrier to pierce theirs. Rosa had no idea how many Raises she had cast now, even with the help of a staff blessed for that very purpose. Each time she brought someone back onto their feet, they would get blasted again, and again, and again… Rosa felt a nasty headache coming on, and she didn’t know whether that was the mana fatigue or if an injury on her head was finally hurting.

Even Cecil, whose training as a Dark Knight and subsequent practice as a Paladin strengthened his pain tolerance, he was on his hands and knees, struggling to focus. He hadn’t even the strength left to direct his party -- not that they were all conscious to begin with. Kain was still in the air, but the window between his landing and his next jump would be enough for the dragon to catch him. Rydia and Edge were not as lucky. .

Wiping sweat from her brow, Rosa began murmuring the prayer for curing, hoping she could finish after Kain landed and before the dreaded wyrm’s flare launched at them once more.