When Juin woke up, he was unable to move his body at all. He felt ache and fatigue all over his body. He did not have the energy to even say something, and only after much difficulties that he managed to turn his head slightly to the side.
And the sight that he saw was a little baffling.
Wolfe was nearby, crouching on the ground to his right, drawing circles on the ground like a petulant child while mumbling something inaudible.
Luca was a little further away, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed. He seemed to be meditating, yet the frown on his face did not suggest the peaceful expression of a person who was meditating.
Instead, he seemed to be in some sort of pain as he grasped his left palm with his right hand.
'What's wrong with him now?' Juin thought. Luca was barely involved in the fight earlier.
