Chapter 48: This Time [Golden Ticket Bonus]
Theron sputtered awake, coughing out scorching, painful breaths.
The rays of the sun felt like the devil's saber to his eyes, and yet the first thing he noticed was that his right hand was empty.
Even when he lost consciousness in the river, Theron never lost track of his weapons a single time. The first lesson he had taught himself was that his blades were his lifeblood. Even if he died, he would continue to hold onto them.
Then the memories flooded into his mind.
Blurry exchanges, faint words, crackling, and pain. They wove together to paint the story of what had happened the night before, the faint medicinal power rotating through his body, confirming everything that he recalled.
After he had been struck by Raiden, he hadn't completely lost consciousness. Instead, he sank further into Veinsong, his body churning with life and diverting the deathly Lightning Mana within him away.
'... He took father's sword...'
Theron stared at the skies, ignoring the pain in his eyes as though he deserved to feel every bit of it.
It was hard to tell how long he lay there for. But eventually, he began to crawl.