HAH! HAH! HAH!
Nolan panted, his chest and muscles burning. He sat on the floor, back resting on a tree, holding his right arm.
A D-rank demon, with a few low-grades lay dead in front of him.
He ran out of mana, so he had to face these ones without the help of his abilities, and it was not easy at all. He even ended up injuring his right arm, though at first it felt like it was broken when the demon slammed into him.
"A little… more," he muttered between breaths. He had been ignorant, not taking a Royal Clover potion with him.
His main drive—other than saving his variables—was to find out what happens when everyone lives, and if there was something he was missing.
As he drowned in the quiet, the sounds of metals clanging could be heard. His eyes snapped open, filled with exhaustion. "Get up, get up, get up."
Nolan pushed himself up with gritted teeth, his hand aching. "There's just two more, right?" he muttered.
