"Guys, I know we're exhausted as fuck, but we have to get the heck outta here soon."
"Five more minutes."
"This isn't your bed at home, Beatrix."
Evan, Beatrix and Artemisia spoke respectively.
They lay sprawled on the cold ground around Rezaemon's lifeless form, their voices barely a murmur above the silence.
Every limb felt weighted down like lead, muscles screaming for respite after the battle. Even their magic powers and divinities were tapped dry, leaving them barely able to move.
Evan did manage to get a potion into his mouth, so he expected to be able to recover some magic power in a few minutes.
Then, he'd use the magic power to lift his body up.
"Beatrix, use your skill on us. That Restoration one…"
"I would…if I had the magic power to spare for 3 uses of a Unique Skill…."
The girl responded to Evan as she forced herself to sit up, wincing as she examined the cuts and bruises covering her arms.
