Kion couldn't believe he had done it.
The fight had been won. There were no cheap tricks, or decoys this time…
The battle was finally over.
He heaved a sigh of relief, resting his back on the prickly grass, allowing the sun's warmth bathe him in yellow light.
His body needed the rest. Afterall, it had been the fight of his life.
To a spectator, it may have seemed like he dominated, using his wits and skill to outsmart an ever-adapting foe…
But Kion knew that was not true.
He had been pushed to his limits.
His body still ached with the messy network of broken bones and torn muscles that lay within them.
On top of that, he had almost died on multiple occasions. Had it not been for the vitality brew's energy and the storm-pill's mana boost, he may have failed.
The very thought of it bothered him.
He had to get stronger.
