Too Late For Regrets

"Urgh!" Asher crumbled to the floor with a single punch from the undead, forcing his mana to deplete to almost zero despite getting stronger. The undead has grown so frighteningly strong that he can't even take more than two punches from him before his MP plunges to near zero.

But this time, he learned his lesson and didn't want to risk fighting it a second longer until he ran out of mana. And so before the undead could come closer to him, his figure zoomed towards Lori at the other end of the hall, away from the undead.

"Sssss, you told me not to fight Skully and yet you are fighting it. Do you realize how sssstupid it sssounds??" Lori hissed in frustration upon seeing him return after a close shave with death.