However, the exhausted group wearily observed Warrior Jean's return to his spot. Shifting their attention back to the scattered cutlasses on the ground, they sluggishly reached down and retrieved one, bracing themselves for the impending onslaught of Vylkr vines, despite the sensation that their bodies were barely capable of movement.
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"Haaa... That's enough. If I take another step, I fear my body will shatter," Ursa exclaimed, her words resonating with my own weary state. I nodded in deep agreement, my body aching with every attempt to wield my cutlass. The grinding sensation of my bones rubbing against each other intensified with each futile effort, escalating the agony to unbearable levels.
