Chapter 107: Falling Apart at the Seams
Part of seeing the last goblin falling to the ground felt more like it was almost like watching an event in a dream. It hardly felt real. Elmo stayed where he was kneeling, his eyes never moving from the goblin, his brain still struggling to catch up on what had just happened. It wasn't even until Elin had finished healing his chest that he even became aware of her presence.
Even then, he merely looked at her like he didn't know her. Yet, while he recognized her, any details past that were rather elusive for him. He almost felt like he wasn't even really there either. Like maybe he had died in the fight, or maybe from the explosion closing the portal had caused, and his desire to help merely allowed him to continue the fight, even after his death.
Though, after the third healing spell Elin used on him, this time on his head, his brain finally snapped back to how he had been before the explosion had threw him into the far wall.
Elmo smiled at Elin as he said quietly, "Thanks. I needed that." He wasn't sure why he spoke so quietly. Almost like that's the volume they should use for whatever arbitrary reason.
"You're welcome," Elin whispered, giving him a weak smile herself.
As she walked back towards Kim, Elmo sighed and returned his gaze to the goblin mage. So much of the fight he couldn't e sure how injured either of them were, and he suspected that the goblin might have had injuries it hadn't realized because of the fight going on in front of it.
Elmo sighed as he thought about all the goblins they'd fought since coming back to this dungeon. He wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to get an accurate count of how many goblins they'd killed. For one thing, he certainly didn't care to go count the bodies. Although, as he glanced at the goblin bodies that littered the ground around him, he couldn't help but wonder if any of the goblins had gotten blown apart when the portal collapsed. Yet, he did notice that there were two goblins that looked like they had been cut in half vertically and he wondered if maybe they'd been in the middle of walking through the portal when it was closed.
"Status," Elmo whispered to himself. He had considered checking this a few times before this battle, but there always seemed to be one thing or another that pulled hi attention at that time. Though, he was appalled at how worn out he'd gotten.
HP 13/50
MP 7/42
Level 17