Rasheeda glanced at Allen, who looked utterly drained, his movements shaky, and his breaths shallow as he continued to pant heavily.
"What happened to him to leave him like this?" she murmured under her breath, gripping her axe tighter,
Meanwhile, Allen clutched his throbbing head, his fingers digging into his scalp in an attempt to steady himself. His vision blurred, the world spinning around him. The dizziness was almost overwhelming, but he forced himself to stay focused. He had to channel every last ounce of his remaining mana into his mind just to regain clarity, to fight through the fog.
'My body still aches... That man truly lives up to his reputation,' Allen thought, thinking to the one who had made him end like that.
"Unbelievable! Even in this state, Rasheeda's huge axe can't slash Allen's body!" Shamone shouted.