Desert crashed into the stone wall with immense force, carving a deep crater into it. The explosion had been too powerful for him to deflect without his spear.
The edges of his red hair were singed, emitting a foul odor, and his skin in several areas had turned black from the burns. But the worst part…
He barely lifted his hand to inspect the damage. His skin had wrinkled severely, moving as if it were melting, as though it had liquefied!
"This is disgusting," he muttered, slowly emerging from the crater. He cracked his neck and headed toward his discarded spear.
The pain he felt was overwhelming, making it hard to move as effectively as he usually did. His body felt incredibly heavy.
Yet, despite all that, his movements didn't slow at all. In fact, they seemed on the verge of speeding up!
