Blood continued to drip from the frayed edges of Adam's tattered robes. He was severely bruised, battered, and broken. Perhaps there hadn't ever been a time when he had been so grievously injured.
Much of his skin had been eaten away by the gastric acid of the Transcendent spirit world entity. In some places, the corrosion was so deep that raw muscles could be seen through the ghastly wounds.
Considering all the battles he had been through, all the foes he had confronted, all within a single day, it was nothing short of a miracle he was still standing.
His strength and stamina had long since depleted. He only had a little amount of mana left within his energy reserves. And as for his will power… there was an abundance of that. That was the only reason why he remained standing tall and proud despite all the obstacles he had faced.
That being said, although his physical body still held together, the same couldn't be said of his mind…
