Jamie was utterly overwhelmed.
Everything that had happened in the last hour... his defeat, the summoning of a supposed demon lord, and now the bizarre appearance of a mysterious child... had shattered his resolve.
He let out a deep sigh, surrendering entirely to the chaos around him, and collapsed onto the ground.
His sword lay abandoned beside him, his face turned toward the dirt as if waiting for the end.
Meanwhile, Ye Tian, still standing on the unconscious body of the dark magician, casually hopped off, leaving a distinct dirt imprint on the mage's face.
The impact of Ye Tian's landing, though minor, was enough to jolt the magician awake.
He groaned, slowly pushing himself off the ground, and instinctively reached for his staff.
But as he got to his feet, he noticed something unusual... the suffocating death mana that had been weighing him down moments ago was now gone.
His brows furrowed in confusion.
