"Think, V. I've read all the lists of evil creatures in the Netherworld. Including Warlocks, let me remember what their weaknesses are." V muttered irritably, unconcerned by the blood seeping from her wound.
V pressed her wound using silver light, self-healing. Her bloodied stopped, the wound closed, and V regained her energy. She muttered in vexation. "Magical weakness, heroic sacrifice, clever strategy, unique vulnerability. What the hell does that mean, anyway? Fighting a nightmare hound alone is exhausting. That Warlock must be much stronger. His arsenal and patron will be tough to penetrate."
If only I could master and control my silver light power. Well, nothing happens instantly. I must go through training, sacrifice, and death to fully gain this power.
V's footsteps halted when he accidentally found some pixies injured, wingless, even dead. The ones that lost their wings whimpered in agony, begging for anyone to save them from death.
