"How's it going... It's me, Zilvagias, the Demon Prince, utterly drained from my battle with the White Dragon leader."
When I say "utterly drained," I mean it literally, not as some figure of speech.
Before me—lying on the floor—was Vilosso. His entire body was mangled, with broken bones sticking out in a gruesome display. Yet now, thanks to my Transposition Spell, his body was mending, transforming into a pristine state without a single scratch.
You understand what that means, right?
Every injury he sustained was being transferred to me, leaving me in his place, with my body shattered and broken.
"Gah... ugh...!!"
All I could do was writhe in agony and cough up blood. The upper half of my body felt like it was being ground down by a file, while I had no feeling at all in my lower half. Damn it, Vilosso... his spine was shattered, wasn't it...?
"Kuun! Kuun!!"
