He lowered his head to take a look.
Due to the high temperature and impact of the meteorite-like impact, some of the soil and rocks around garen had already melted into crystal-like shapes.
Waves of sleepiness washed over him.
Garen endured his sleepiness, and after taking a deep breath, he forced himself to focus and construct the spell.
Stab!
An alternate dimension was opened by him with what little magic he had left.
The Dragon reached out with his claws and took out a handful of scrolls.
These scrolls were emitting a faint, milky white light, giving people a sense of peace, carrying a trace of the light God's power.
Garen had never really used the divine spell scroll given to him by the Church of Light, because he was rarely injured.
However, this was the first time in garen's life that he was so seriously injured.
