All the particles burned away, and the white fire was retreating back to the core, but despite that, I did not feel great.
I could not even twitch, much less move; saying I was injured would be an understatement and wrong.
Something happened to me that is far deeper than simply being injured, but it is not the time to worry about the thing; I need to leave here as soon as possible.
The help is unlikely; I could feel many Grand Lords fighting; the sounds and vibration I am feeling from the ground are more than enough to tell me there will not be a rescue.
The Grimm will not let it; they will instead try to finish the job that the old snake had failed.
I watched the flame disappear into my core, more than half of it had already disappeared inside, and the rest would be soon.
