Chapter430-Hatred

Although Greg had just awakened from a coma, his body, nourished by mana, was inherently robust.

The prolonged unconsciousness had led only to temporary weakness, and simple recovery exercises would restore most of his combat capabilities.

Even though Antalya had not yet made arrangements, he would not be absent from the next action.

"Yes!" Antalya's response was definitive.

"I will handle the operations. You, just need to sharpen your own swords."

Speaking, Antalya's gaze landed on Greg: "Although it's just a vague feeling... Soma might not be dead. I know, surviving in that situation seems incredible, but we've already had one example on our side. Another wouldn't surprise me too much."

Greg didn't speak, but everyone could feel his demeanor had changed.

If one were to use a sword as a metaphor, the previous Greg was at most like a fine blade sheathed, ready to be drawn at any moment but more a piece of exquisite craftsmanship.