'These ants,' Old Zed muttered in frustration, gritting his teeth.
He had been attempting to rest and recharge his powers, but they had assaulted him nonstop, denying him even a brief moment of break.
It was his own error; when he had agreed to the deal, he allowed them to track his energy signature. Now, there was no hiding, even if he desperately wanted to slip away unnoticed.
Faced with this group, Old Zed couldn't deny that he lacked confidence in his ability to emerge victorious. He was old and already weakened. Just the fact that he had held his own thus far was nothing short of a miracle.
Things would have been different if he was in his prime, but now, he could only access a mere 15-20% of his former power. Not only that, but the energy required to use his abilities had grown bigger. His current limitations made the situation far more challenging than it would have been in the past.
