Even as he leveled up and was flooded by new improvements, all he could do was drop down to his knees amidst the barren landscape, breathing in-and-out rapidly as the consequences of the battle set in.
"...Hff…Hff…"
Ragged, frantic breaths left his lips as blood trailed down from his nose to his lips, dripping from his chin as pain set in across his body as his adrenaline settled down.
Even still, he desired to fight; the burning anger he felt towards the fellow reincarnator was that of a mortal enemy.
"Master!"
–He didn't call upon the silver-haired spellblade, but it seemed in such desperate instances, the reliable woman manifested herself from [Void Inventory], rushing by his side as he could hardly hear past his ringing ears.
"You pushed yourself too–"
