He sat his eyes on the big prize here, the core of this monster!
After all, this was a gold grade monster, and he got a chance in dealing the last blow to it.
If he did, then he'd end up having a gold grade core to absorb. And that alone was enough to make him forget any fatigue or pain his body was screaming with right now.
"Go away, don't go there!" Ibra noticed how exhausted William was. Yet instead of retreating, he saw that kid walking towards the pit.
It was a weird move that got no explanation but one; William was so tired to realise where he was stepping towards!
"It's fine," against what Ibra thought, William's voice came stronger than before. He didn't notice the small bottle William held, or the few drops he took from it.
It was the spirit breath potion, the high-grade potion that could cleanse one's body and remove any fatigue.
