Death wolves

He looked a bit tired as if he had been fished out from a pool of sand. His face was still covered with it, but he lacked the time to even wipe it off.

He could feel his strength slowly slipping away, like a jar filled with holes. His body felt heavy, with pale lips and black bags under his eyes. His body felt extremely weak, allowing him to only muster a bit of strength. He felt dehydrated, sluggish, and heavily drained at the same time.

HP: 150/46

Tobi thought it was a good thing, the night had descended. Otherwise, they would have thought he was probably poisoned in the midst of the battle. Even with his bit of strength, it was with some effort he could move around.

'If I'm like this, even with just trying to keep my cool there's no need to speak about later. If only I can consume a demon, still I do have some energy to spare, but even then it will probably be unable to last much longer. In this situation, if I don't consume any demon.'