Chapter 261
No way… it can't be, Magus thought, eyes narrowing.
The dark smoke cleared and a figure stepped out. Burnt flesh dotted his body like fresh wounds. "Shut the hell up already," he snapped, voice tight with barely restrained fury.
The small purple glow in his eyes confirmed it. Ronan. Still alive. Still refusing to die.
Ronan looked at Magus, dug into his palm, and swallowed a white pill whole.
The System answered instantly. Restoration pill consumed. All status restored to peak.
Power surged through him... bone knitting, burns sealing, every tendon and tendon-mind flickering back to life. HP. Energy. Exhaustion, all were gone like they'd never been. And then the impossible: Onslaught's timer blinked back to life.
Onslaught skill activated. Host damage increased a hundredfold.
