The swampy terrain was still as foggy as ever. Eon sat on a moist log trying to think of a way out of his current predicament.
The hydra was a powerful being without a doubt but he could still make quick work of it. The problem was whether he would be able to continue living after having done so. Unfortunately, Eon had to admit the chances were slim.
Truthfully, Eon was surprised he had lived this far with his condition. He knew he owed much of that to the space crystal but that only made it all the more unfortunate.
This crystal was the source of his robe's power. That was what he had designed it to be and that's what it had been for a very long time. Now, it was also the key to prolonging his dwindling life and because of that, he would soon run out of it.
The powerful rock of plentiful mana could not be used endlessly to supply his dying body with the vitality brought by the essence of mana. This made Eon sigh inwardly.
