Chapter 115: Dance, Dance, Dance
A/N:It’s your boy FallenMage here. Just to apologize to you all my readers, thanks for the continual support, I hope you’ll continue and I’m apologizing for the fight scenes who seemed to stretch endlessly, my bad but I have to write them this way for you to enjoy them. It is to show the main character and other side characters struggling and how they grow from pressure and experience failures, making everything easy will be boring don’t you think? Well, please keep supporting me with power stones and Gift (Preferably this one, (Smirk), I’m thinking of creating a discord server as well to create an event where each one can suggest a villain with characteristics, I’ll pick the most promising ones. Let’s go Fallens!
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"Ugh...!" Nero groaned, his breath shallow, each exhale edged with pain. Gritting his teeth, he raised his uninjured hand, a small but intense flame igniting at his fingertips. Without hesitation, he pressed the flame against the deep wound on his other arm and tight.
Ssszzzzz—!
The sickening scent of burning flesh filled the air as the wounds were cauterized, sealing shut under the heat. His body jolted from the pain, but no sound escaped his lips beyond a sharp hiss. The bleeding stopped, but at a cost.
He glanced around, eyes narrowing.
His backpack was gone.
Lost during the battle—no healing potion, no supplies. Just charred earth and drifting smoke surrounded him.
"Tch... I really need to buy a spatial ring next time," he muttered under his breath, his voice low but laced with determination. A quick inner scan of his condition told him what he already knew:
Multiple internal injuries.
Several broken ribs.
Sword arm—completely useless.