"Are you okay?" Iliana asked in bewilderment.
"I... Guess," Basil answered softly.
Looking at his hands, he clenched and unclenched them to make sure if he had regained his power. He, unfortunately, couldn't feel the explosive strength he usually possessed, which means he hadn't completely recovered yet.
Thud!
"I have failed you, My Lord. Words cannot describe how ashamed I am."
Moving his attention from his hands to the unfolding scene in front of him, he found Ione kneeling. He just looked at her silently for a few seconds as he thought for a perfect response.
He honestly didn't mind Ione couldn't help him in his fight; he had never expected her to help him as he only needed her to watch over Iliana. Besides, given the ferocity of the fight, she would only die if she had interfered.
"Unwilling to help and unable to help are two different situations. You don't have to feel sorry. Frankly speaking, I have never expected you to be able to help me since the beginning."
