Reith gasped and he opened his eyes. He did not know how long he had been out cold and to be honest, he was expecting to be dead.
Clangs resounded in his ear as two weapons clashed against each other, causing Reith to turn his attention toward it.
He was still in the room and somehow, he could not see anything, only the bright light that erupted as each weapon met.
In that moment, one of the fighters pulled back and he recognised the person.
Felix turned, blood dripping from every orifice on his face. He was getting weaker by the minute and there was a huge gash at the side.
"Reith, run away and get help!" he yelled, but he could not focus as another claw slashed at him. He had expected the boy to immediately wake up after the first healing, but the youngster had fainted instead.
Haze grinned maliciously as he closed the distance in a breath.
"Haven't you been taught? Never take your attention from your opponent," he chortled.
"Demon's Will."
