"Is he dead?" Misra asked in surprise, her gaze fixed on the shattered remains of ice.
"Nah… it's just his Ice Escape Art or whatever it's called," Mathilda said, shaking her head.
As if on cue, Tyler reappeared near the girls. The distorted energy surrounding him dissipated, and his form slowly returned to normal.
"I feel like throwing up…" he muttered, rubbing his temple. His stomach churned, and his head felt light. The aftereffects of using abyssal energy were hitting him hard.
"Oh? I didn't feel anything like that," Misra shrugged.
"That's because I can feel the nausea in my soul…" Tyler groaned. Then, smirking slightly, he added, "Oh wait… you don't have a—Ouch!"
Before he could finish his sentence, Mathilda stomped on his foot.
"Less talking, more explaining," she huffed.
