Cure to my curse.

Zoan was exhausted. Thankfully, he didn't lose any of his limbs from that fight. The whole area had been cleared, and the mist he had formed with his smoke had almost disappeared completely.

Armstrong and Eldor's sandy forms lay not too far from him. But Zoan was in a little critical condition. Armstrong had gotten him in a fierce blow, destroying his internal organs that were slowly healing.

Zoan sat there, vomiting blood with his red eyes filled with anguish and pain as he hoped to finish healing as soon as possible so he could go and join the others. The Kingdom was under attack, it is as his duty to protect it... but here he was standing between life and death.

Another huge worry of his was the female witch that had accompanied Armstrong and Eldor... though he couldn't feel the aura of her presence anymore meaning she had either left or was a master of concealing herself.