Chapter 167: Operation
Percy fought against the pain and exhaustion to keep his eyes open, waiting for the others to return. Doing so proved almost as difficult as the battle itself.
Eventually, he heard the rhythmic flap of Micky’s wings. Tilting his head up, he saw the crow approach rapidly, dropping Nesha in a murky pond a few metres away, before landing next to him.
“Are you ok?! What happened here?!” the girl asked, scanning the ravaged battlefield.
It was full of craters and broken pieces of stone jutting out of the swamp waters, along with the occasional shard of teal faintly shimmering beneath the surface. Percy remained silent, merely pointing at Broose’s body, lying motionless by his side. That was explanation enough.
Nodding in understanding, Nesha then limped over. The bleeding in her leg had stopped, but her injury wasn’t fully healed. Percy didn’t miss the two vials clenched tightly in her hand, a verdant liquid swirling inside. They should’ve been more than enough to complete her recovery. Evidently, she’d chosen to hold on to them instead.
‘For me…’ Percy almost teared up.
Sure, he was the one who’d bought the potions in the first place, but it was the thought that counted. That said, he shoved the pointless thoughts to the back of his mind for now. They had more urgent things to worry about.
“Grab the corpse and take it to the others. Then, eat them all, starting from the strongest one.” he told Micky. “And hurry up. We’ll only get one shot at this.”
The crow didn’t hesitate. Scooping Broose’s body, he took off promptly. But Nesha didn’t seem as convinced this was a good idea.