The second Azemo felt the danger fade from the battlefield, his body started aching.
'Can I never win a fight without messing myself up?'
Azemo was suffering from hunger and exhaustion, on top of his still bleeding feet. At least, he could finally rest because it was time to enter the mysterious Shrouded Path.
Azemo followed the grey light to its source and wondered how any human would be able to do such a feat. He could barely make out the light and that was only when he focused heavily on empowering his demonic eyes.
When he reached the source, Azemo was not sure what to do, so he inserted some of his mana into the small cube that was emitting the grey light. It was his first instinct whenever he had to deal with magical stuff. It seemed like everything operated on mana and sure enough, Azemo's mana activated something.
