Down the hall of Averoth's vault. . .
Salamandor ran quickly deeper into the vault. A trail of blood following his path. Any attempt to heal these wounds was met with a furious flame burning away the regenerated damage.
"Damn brats, I should've realized the subtle buildup of damage they were inflicting."
It had been a long time since Salamandor had fought with his main body. His reckless method of fighting with his disposable clones had affected his fighting style more than he thought. During his fight against Last Lights, Salamandor had willingly accepted some damage to figure out the properties of their abilities.
However, their damage surpassed his expectations, and now he was suffering for it!
