Fwip!
Step... Step...
Berkah slowly made his way toward the bloodied torso of the once proud King, Zarathian.
[Ugh... Why do I feel so dizzy?]
Berkah staggered a little bit, his vision growing cloudy and his limbs going numb, the scales adorning him concealing his bare naked frame.
[I've never used that much Mana in one go before... I feel even worse than I did after tanking that pillar of light.]
Despite feeling like he would collapse at any given moment, Berkah stubbornly forced himself to stand upright.
The holographic walls directly behind him flickered like a broken screen, changing between the illusion of an endless forest and the endless darkness that it concealed.
"Huff... Huff... No... Please. "
Zarathian's lethargic pleas rang out in his ears, prompting him to turn his attention from walls back to the Dark Elf King.
"Please? How shameless can you be..."
