Faust slowly pried her eyes open.
The moment she did so, blood rushed out of her mouth.
Her body felt abysmally weak.
During her time under the mercenaries' captivity, there had been brief moments where she regained consciousness, only for them to inject something into her system and force her back into darkness.
Those fragments were all Faust could recall as she struggled to push herself up.
She looked around.
"...."
Bodies were scattered everywhere, torn apart as if by a blade.
Confusion set in, but it didn't last long.
Faust suddenly retched, coughing up blood.
"Cough! Cough…!"
Her body was in no condition to move, and even as she tried to gather mana, she could feel her circuits fluctuating dangerously.
Still, she attempted to cast a healing spell.
"Akh…!"
Only for her body to give out again, lurching forward as another wave of weakness hit her.
"Haa…."
Faust knew she was in bad shape.
