In the Invoker interface, almost all values related to physical fitness turned the warning red, and the instant recovery value for physical fitness kept decreasing, while the physical reserves never exceeded thirty percent.
He was at the end of his tether.
He lifted his head and glanced at the top of the Pyramid. If he couldn't get past this place, his sister's commission would be unfulfilled, along with the plans that followed—
Baihua couldn't help but clench his fists as he looked at the Chainsword in his hand with increasingly blurry vision. The once-shimmering blade was now marred with crisscrossing imprints due to the loss of Magic Power's protection.
The sword had only been repaired a few days ago.
As his mind began to tire, his thoughts started to wander, and he couldn't help but think of that Elite fellow who had fixed this sword for him, the one he had once crossed paths with at Traveler's Rest.
If only someone from Elite were here.
