Chapter 175: Misery [3]

Alexander crumpled to his knees, the weight of his heavy body pressing down on him.

"Haah...haah..."

His hands hung loosely and vlood trickled down the sides as he held the hilt of his chipped sword loosely. Alexander's shoulders continued to rise and fall as he breathed deeply.

Each breath he took felt like a tug from inside.

Next to him, close by, Trise was groaning against the ground, coughing up her insides mixed with blood.

Her skin was bruised, marred with cuts and ugly dark spots. Her shot black bobbed hair was a completely mess, and her eyes were vain with pain and dark.

Tears streaming down her face as ger body trembled.

The orange haired Chelsea was embedded deeply in a wall.

Massive twisting cracks spread out from behind her back against the surface from impact.

Her hair fell over her face and her head was lowered.