Gryffindor's complexion was extremely pale. The last Pyroblast not only broke his Water Shield, but also created a serious impact on his body. His left arm was left hanging weakly before his chest, while his delicate robe had long been burnt to ashes. If not for his right hand that was still gripping tightly onto his staff, no one would be able to tell that the young man who was looking like a beggar was still the top mage of Felan a minute ago…
Even Gryffindor could not help but admit that he was in an extremely messy situation. His left arm had been fractured by the Pyroblast. Any bit of movement was enough to inflict excruciating pain. The skin on his chest suffered a very serious burn, and every breath he drew brought him agony. Other than these, he also had countless wounds of different sizes…
