The group tried to dash toward the next battlefield as fast as possible. However, the weariness from their previous engagements weighed heavily on them. Each step felt like a struggle, and the once swift movements were now sluggish. The intensity of their previous battles had taken a toll on their stamina, leaving them drained and fatigued.
Rain, in particular, suffered the most. Every step he took sent shivers of pain through his body. The wounds on his back and side, inflicted by the giant shadow spider-woman, throbbed with each movement. Despite his determination, the physical strain was evident, and it became increasingly clear that Rain was not in his peak condition.
Sealyn's earlier suggestion echoed in his mind: Rain might be better off on the backline this time around. The group needed his strategic insight and magical support, and pushing himself to the front lines in his current state might do more harm than good.
