Seconds passed as Azarex finally came back to his senses. A frown appeared as he looked at his right side. His hand was gone... There was no way he could attach all those broken pieces back to himself.
Not having much time to mourn over his missing limb, Azarex cast [Life Drain]. Energy began to drain from living and dead as he could feel new vitality flowing into him.
Azarex could feel his soul getting healed, but the process was slow. Even though it is slow he knows it was better than nothing at least.
"&^% ^%$ &^%"
The Crystallce roared, sending a shard of ice trying to slice him in half. In response to the attack, Azarex cast a darkness barrier with his left hand.
As the fight continued he began to find it harder and harder to succeed in his plan. Desperation clawed at him as he began to search for anything that could be useful.
