Alvaric canceled his skill. At that very moment, he returned—but at the same time, he staggered forward. He nearly collapsed as his entire body was drained of strength.
He even coughed up blood from pushing himself too far inside his own domain.
"Damn, this is bad."
His chest burned as if it were about to explode. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
The burning and tightness in his chest didn't fade. Blood still dripped from his mouth, but at least now he could control it.
"It's finally ov…"
Before he could finish his sentence, Alvaric's eyes widened. He saw Serya, Velka, and the soldier Serya had brought lying on the ground, their bodies covered in wounds.
The soldier's condition was the worst—one leg and both arms shattered. Blood streamed endlessly from the gashes on his body. His consciousness was already gone. The chance of him surviving was close to zero.
