Max drank blood as his body recovered from its fatigue and wounds under the moonlight.
It had already been 26 hours since the tournament had started and the physical and mental fatigue finally started to be felt by players all across the board.
" So, Ravan, how long can you control these undead? " Asked Sebastian, curiously
" I have no idea, I'm figuring things out myself ". Max replied in a hoarse and tired voice.
Although he was putting up a brave front infront of his friends, the reality of the situation was that his vision was blurry at the moment and every inch of his body was screaming at him to lay down and get some rest.
For the current Max even sitting straight was a big challenge as his instincts urged him to find a rock and put his head down on it.
" I counted a total of 1260 dots on the map, which means we are very close to the elimination limit and nearly 50% of teams have already been eliminated.
