Lumian slumped to the ground, gasping for breath. He could barely muster the strength to move a finger.
Silently, he observed the crimson flames flickering on the ground, their intensity gradually diminishing until they snuffed out.
During this time, Lumian managed to lean forward and grab the Fallen Mercury with his left hand, while his right hand tightly gripped the iron-black axe, ready for any unexpected threats.
His focus was unwavering, and he remained on high alert.
Inwardly, he prayed to the Eternal Blazing Sun and the unknown, great being, hoping They would shield him from harm.
In his current state, even a mundane foe like the skinless monster could easily take him down, let alone the possibility of the flaming creature reviving itself unexpectedly.
As time ticked by, Lumian's spirituality and stamina gradually improved, but his injuries only worsened, leaving him disoriented and unfocused.
