"That was inconvenient," Noah groaned, spitting blood out of the hole that had appeared on his glass helmet. Water tried to enter his helmet, but he sealed the space shut with a dense wall of air magic and ice.
Sweeping his gaze on his body, he wondered how he hadn't been teleported outside of the pond already. His figure missed a right leg, and a grotesque chunk of his shoulders was missing, having suffered intense burns.
His chest had missing portions, and his internals could almost be seen from the outside. Waves of crimson red blood poured out of his injuries, only his shoulders trying to sizzle, but the water around him quenched the heat.
'Maybe the bands measure the amount of damage we can take before dying. Mine must be off the charts,' Noah thought.
