Alex's eyes locked on the Wraith twins.
They were holding something small, glimmering faintly in the dim light.
His blood boiled instantly.
'Not again… I'm not making the same mistake twice.'
Even in his battered condition—when every muscle in his body screamed for rest and his vision threatened to black out—he forced himself upright.
The System's voice rang sharply in his head.
[ Host, you are in no condition to fight. What the hell are you thinking? ]
'For how many days will I be out if I use that?' Alex shot back without hesitation. 'Tell me, right now. I still have time—I'm not letting those sons of bitches escape. They've seen too much.'
The System hesitated, its voice tight.
[ Host— ]
'Just tell me.'
A pause, then finally—
[ At max, at least ten days. Normally it wouldn't have affected you much… but your body is already in a broken state. ]
Alex smirked faintly.
'That'll do.'
