End Of Semester (XIII)

"...Fucking hell..."

I mumbled under my breath.

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the ceiling of a place I was all too familiar with by now.

I could even call it "home" by now.

Yeah…

It was the cathedral.

Again.

I let out a slow breath and moved my right arm—except, I didn't feel anything.

My gaze froze for a second.

"Damn it..."

My hand was gone.

My entire arm was wrapped in thick bandages.

And even worse?

My mana pathways were completely destroyed.

I could feel it.

My mana pool—what little was left—was even smaller now.

But at least I was still breathing.

Better than being dead.

Still, how the hell did I even get here?

I tried to remember, but everything after that fight was just a blank.

I must've blacked out.

And now? I was completely screwed.