Chapter 191: The last two blood spheres?
Damon flashed his eyes open, and for a moment, everything was a haze. All he could hear were these idiots fawning over another idiot. But then... all of a sudden... it all came crashing back to him.
La Rocha or whoever the fuck that was! What the hell happened? Damon looked around hurriedly and at the same time commanded the mana in his body to gather in his hand, prepared for anything.
However, all around him there was only snow and more snow and the endless frozen lands. There was no metallic fortress. There was no mana field. There was nothing.
Snapping him out of his thoughts, someone groaned near him, and he turned to see Mark, Kate, Aurora, and Sylvara gently stirring awake. All of them were in some sort of bloody mess, a blood barrier of some kind.
As he stared at them, the final memory of him reaching out to encase all of them in a protective bubble came to his mind. That was right. One second, he was absorbing all the mana he could take, and the next second, some sort of unimaginable power coursed through him.
It was his and yet it was not his. He absolutely had no control over it. He couldn’t do anything with it. All he could muster with the last bit of will was to create protective barriers for himself and his friends.
Damon quickly sensed his body, and there it was the mana core. His eyes then darted to the blood spheres, and everyone seemed fine. The metallic fortress was gone, and La Rocha probably with it.
Damon did not care anymore. It was fine. He had already given his all to the place, trying to get at whatever treasure that might be inside that fortress. It was fine that he lost. You win some, you lose some. That was life. At least they were finally out of the whole mess.
He was just about to let out a small sigh of relief that the whole thing was over when his gaze darted to the last two blood spheres. Wait a second. Mark, Kate, Aurora, and Sylvara were here. Then, who was in those last two spheres?