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Chapter 604 A strain for survival

Despite her immense mystical prowess, the act had drained a considerable portion of her power, leaving her fatigued and vulnerable. Father Black, ever watchful and caring, attended to her needs, understanding the toll her magical exertions had taken.

The giant dog, a loyal companion with eyes that held a glimmer of understanding, nestled beside Glenn and Father Black, offering both protection and solace in the aftermath of the chaotic events. Father Black, shrouded in his dark attire, emanated a sense of calm and resilience, a guardian amidst the storm.

However, the respite was fleeting, for Glenn\'s senses, attuned to the ebb and flow of magical currents, detected a disturbance that sent a shiver down her spine. The arrival of the Primordial Beast, its roars echoing through the Arena, sent shockwaves of concern through her weary heart.

"Rest," Father Black implored, recognizing the depletion of Glenn\'s magical reserves. "Please, my lady, rest a little. You have already done too much," he urged with a gentle yet firm tone. The exhaustion etched on Glenn\'s face was evident, her eyes carrying the weight of the mystical efforts she had undertaken.

Yet, Glenn, fueled by concern for Lenny amid the encroaching danger, refused to yield to the embrace of rest. The urgency in her movements, a testament to her unwavering commitment, mirrored the gravity of the situation. The bond between her and Lenny, forged in the crucible of otherworldly trials, resonated with a profound connection that transcended mere physical distance.

In her attempt to rise, Father Black\'s strong yet gentle grip restrained her. "Please," he implored once more, his concern etched in the lines of his weathered face. The giant dog, sensing the tension, nuzzled against Glenn as if offering silent reassurance.

Yet, Glenn\'s determination burned bright. "I must go," she insisted, her voice carrying the weight of both weariness and resolve. Her eyes, once ablaze with magical fervor, now held a flicker of concern for the one who faced the Primordial Beast—the one for whom she had expended her magical might to ensure safety.

Father Black frowned a little. He knew deep down that there was nothing that he could say or do that would stop this woman, but he did not mind trying. However, love was a propelling factor. It pushed man to limits beyond their limits, encouraging strength where there is fatigue and resilience where there is tiredness.

Amidst the shadows and debris, a microcosm of emotions played out. Father Black, Glenn, and the giant dog stood as a testament to the resilience of those who dared to challenge the forces that sought to reshape their world. 

The impending clash, felt even in this secluded haven, cast its long shadows, and the trio prepared for the uncertainties that lay ahead. The echoes of otherworldly battles resonated in the silence, and in that moment, they stood together, bound by the threads of fate that wove their destinies into the unfolding narrative of the Arena.

With Father Black\'s support, Glenn managed to shift forward, her head emerging cautiously from their concealed refuge. There, in the tumult of the Arena, she beheld Lenny, bravely evading the colossal Dragon that loomed overhead. Lenny, bearing the weight of his recent ordeal with only one hand intact, sought to shield the unconscious Victor cradled in his embrace.

The scene unfolded with a simplicity that belied its intensity. Lenny, a lone figure against the draconic behemoth, moved with a nimbleness that defied the odds. His singular hand, evidence to the sacrifices made, deftly maneuvered to protect Victor, who remained unconscious from the surging influx of power.

Father Black, Glenn, and even the giant dog observed from their hidden vantage point, their collective gaze fixed on the unfolding drama. Lenny, their comrade, showcased a resilience that resonated with the essence of the Arena—a realm where the extraordinary met the tenacity of the human spirit.

Glenn\'s heart surged with a blend of concern and admiration for the man who navigated the chaotic dance with a dragon, driven not by the allure of power but by a sense of duty to protect his companion.

In a fleeting moment of recognition, Lenny\'s gaze locked onto the trio hidden in their sanctuary. 

With a sense of urgency, he bellowed, "Take him!" as he hurled Victor through the air like a makeshift projectile. Father Black, attuned to the call, leaped into action, intercepting the airborne Victor with a deft catch, ensuring the boy\'s safety before he could plummet to the ground.

However, with only one functional hand at his disposal, Lenny found himself constrained in his movements. The intricacies of maneuvering were compromised, leaving him vulnerable in the ongoing dance with the colossal dragon. The simplicity of the act—Lenny\'s desperate attempt to safeguard his companion—unfolded amidst the chaos of the Arena, a poignant moment of trust and reliance on allies.

As Victor found refuge in Father Black\'s arms, Lenny grappled with the challenges posed by his diminished mobility. 

Nevertheless, it was easier to move now than it had been before. 

Lady vinegar saw Lenny\'s position. From the moment he had entered into the Arena up till this moment, and the sight of him made her heart race with worry. 

She wanted to jump into the fray, but the aura of energy from the battle of Great demons battling one another was a strong deterrent. 

One careless move of the behemoths, and she knew that she was done for. Lenny himself that was in the center of it all was not doing so well. This was evident from his current look. However, at the same time, someone else saw lenny\'s situation and the opportunity it presented. 

This was, of course, none other than Cuban...