But to get there he'd have to push through another dense horde of zombies and take down the Howler.
Grey's body screamed for rest, and he could feel his mana reserves dipping dangerously low.
If he had an unlimited supply of energy, he might have kept fighting until the last zombie fell.
But the reality was different—he had limits, both physical and mental.
Grey's mind was heavy, exhaustion clouding his thoughts.
He had been fighting since dawn, with no breaks and countless brushes with death.
His muscles ached, and his head throbbed with the aftereffects of the Howler's sonic attack.
Despite his powerful regeneration ability, even he had his breaking point.
Gritting his teeth, Grey pulled out a handful of shard stones from his inventory. Without hesitation, he tossed them into his mouth and felt an instant surge of energy spread through his body.
