Alden's bloodlust slowly receded.
He panted heavily, his whole body on fire. The dark tentacles surrounding his figure suddenly winked out like a weak flame.
…A sign that he had used up all his mana.
Against his better judgment, Alden slumped weakly to the ground.
He was so, so tired.
From rushing through the forest nonstop, battling a vast horde, and fighting a Dark Elf, his body had gone through utter hell.
It only seemed fitting that it gave up on him now.
Alden winced.
Countless vibrations racked the earth causing him more suffering as the battle between the Ember Clan and the rest of the Dark Elves intensified.
'...Get up.'
He willed his body to move, but it just wouldn't listen. He gritted his teeth and muttered a silent curse.
Just then, all the hair on Alden's body stood on end. He sat up, tortuously and with great effort.
He saw a ravenous Snow Tiger snap its neck in his direction.
