Having regained his freedom, Alan sprinted with all his might. Before long, the thick, towering walls of Ironblood City finally came into view on the horizon.
He pushed himself even harder, charging toward the city gates.
But just as he drew closer, an intense chill suddenly gripped his body. Frost began to form on his eyebrows and hair, while patches of blue-purple frostbite erupted on his skin.
His sharply dropping body temperature caused his injuries to worsen by the second.
Alan guessed that in the two brutal encounters with the old man, he had likely sustained internal wounds.
On top of that, he had forcefully activated the Divine Oakstaff and unleashed a light sword spell infused with both fire and light elements. The excessive energy consumption was now turning inward—backlashing against him.
That was why he now found himself in such a terrible state.
