"Primal Alexander!!" Elliot said with a mix of pleasant surprise and gloomy premonition.
Primal Alexander's condition was extremely bad. His pure white robe was stained red with blood in many places, giving him a ghastly look that would be right at home in a horror movie.
A terrible wound ran down from his temple down to his jaw. It was regenerating rather quickly, and that fact alone told Elliot many, many things.
For one, it was a brand new wound, so a terrible fight was going on at that very moment.
Two, he was facing a seriously powerful enemy if it could deal such a horrible wound to the all-powerful Primal Alexander.
And three, it definitely wasn't a small one on one battle. Primal Alexander would never have ran off to ask him for help if it was. It was definitely a fight at a massive scale, and one which his faction was losing pretty badly.
Finally, it was also a battle that he couldn't afford to lose. That meant, Primal Alexander would fight to the death.
