Chapter 93: Wooden world(29)
The lifeless, battered body of the archer that Cades had slowly began warming up to was now thrown across the field in which they were fighting, if one could even call it that.
And at that moment it was all over for Cades.
He just watched.
He did nothing, he didn't even know if he could do anything, to him it all seemed to be so.. meaningless, as if it was all for naught, which it was.
There was no maybe, no perhaps, no 'if', nothing, there was no way that he could see in which he could possibly survive, no way in which Manug had survived, no way in which he could possibly defeat that invincible b#stard, no way to do anything other than to pray, to fight and to continue.
That was all he could do right now, he could only really try to somehow fight back, either that or he could do nothing at all, but that was not a possibility for him, not in this situation.
And as such he readied himself, ready to try desperately to end up different from the once so beautiful archer that was now a lifeless corpse, having been tossed aside like a worthless piece of junk that had been completely used up would have been by him, especially a one time usage something, like he would've done had he been on ehetria right now, and had nothing happened.
Why did all of this have to--
At that moment he was hit square in the stomach once more, throwing up a bit of the blood that was already in his mouth due to the previous impact as he was thrown away at a great speed, hitting one of the trees that only really started growing quite a bit away from the endlessly tall giant in the middle, far away from the orange mushrooms, far away from the only way to solve this.
He had no idea how far he was away now, how could he even know that, he had no idea if he as even facing the opponent or not, he didn't even know if he had already died or not, he didn't know whether this, this horrible sensation was the feeling of death or the feeling of being controlled by the mushroom, but either way he began feeling how his mana was slowly, ever so slowly starting to diminish due to the endless power of the sickness once more.
He felt how he was losing magical energy with every breath he took, going closer and closer to the door of death, like a puppet being strung ahead by an invisible, grinning puppeteer that was already drooling over getting him in his collection.