Beyond the blistering red zone of the mansion dimension, Carlion struggled through the mansion dimension's labyrinthine halls, his breathing ragged and his eyesight hazy. His once-proud stature was now damaged by serious injuries. His left eye, a gaping socket of raw flesh, bled freely, while his right arm was just a structure of torn meat. His garments were ripped and blood-soaked, a testament to the violent encounter he had just had.
"GHWhhaaa...fuck.... what the hell kind of monster did I run into, how the hell was that able to bypass my inside outside?"
Carlion inquired, his remaining vision trying to keep focus; he was damaged, and strangely, as a Loviatar, his power should increase as he approached death; yet, something was badly wrong in this situation. Not only was he not recuperating, but he felt as if most of his physical prowess had been stripped.
