“Don’t give up Michael. Please, don’t.” Sarael said as she coughed blood. “We have to win. You are the only one who can.”
He remained quiet as his tears brushed her cheek.
“Promise me you won’t give up Michael. Promise me.”
“No you’re not leaving me.” He took his hand and put it over her heart. His hands glowed as it dissolved in her body. “Come on. Heal!” He demanded as he put more pressure.
“Michael, stop!” she said as she grabbed his hand, “Just promise me, please.”
He tightened his hand as his tears slides down her face, “I promise.”
She looked at his eyes as they were shrouded in tears. She brushed his face for the last time, wiping the tears. “I will be with you again, someday, somehow, my love.” Her lifeless hand fell to her side. Her eyes became still as his reflection shined through her silver eyes. He cradled her body close to his and cried.
“Sarael!” His cry echoed through the field.
The leftover Legions began to surround Michael. Thirty or so Legions roared at him. He began to scream as a beam of light shot down onto him. His aura began to change as heat radiated off of him. The insides of his eyes became black. He began to stand as he gently laid her down. He looked around and his sword began to summon, “You will all die by this sword. You took the one thing that I loved more than anything. I will kill you all!”