Laricus scoffed, spitting blood off to the side, as he finally managed to draw up enough magic to create a new spear of light. “What is that, is that confidence I heard in your voice? You have the goddess on your side, you have my nexus now. You think fighting me one on one like this makes you something? Makes you strong? More worthy of these people who died for you?”

“No, Laricus.” Jeremiah began, “I will never be worthy of the people that have died for me, or fight ...