Julius let out a low groan. Every muscle in his body felt heavy and sore, aching deep in every single joint.
"Wh… what the hell just happened?" he muttered softly. His eyes fluttered open.
The dark hall sat completely quiet around him. Nothing moved. Nothing made a sound.
He stayed silent for a while, blinking slowly. His head spun with dizziness, turning everything blurry.
He tried to remember where he was and what had gone wrong.
Then a chill crept up from the cold stone floor and ran through his body.
That sudden cold snap cleared the fog from his mind.
Everything came rushing back at once, how he and Rosalina had thrown ten years of their lives into that spear, how they had poured out every spell they knew, and how it all failed.
They had escaped with their lives, then dropped unconscious right here.
"Haa…" Julius let out a long sigh.
He almost laughed at himself. Killing Crypian felt like trying to grab the sky.
