Ian stood rooted to the spot, panting heavily.
His gray robe was torn in several places. A wound on his left shoulder, where a tentacle had grazed him, showed flesh peeled back and oozing black blood—the result of corrosive mucus.
The bone in his right calf ached dully; it must have sustained a fracture when he blocked an attack.
His Spiritual Power was less than thirty percent of its total, and his fully Vaporized Sea of Spirit felt somewhat empty.
"Gaa..."
Gaga flew back and landed on his shoulder, rubbing its small head against his cheek. Its voice was filled with exhaustion and worry.
"I'm fine." Ian patted it, took out a Secondary Healing Potion and drank it, then gave one to Gaga as well.
The Potion's cool medicinal power spread through him, and his injuries began to heal slowly.
But an alarm bell was ringing in his mind.
'My physical body... is too weak.'
He looked at the wound on his left shoulder, then felt the dull ache in his leg bone.
