Veer could muster up some strength to finish off the Scarecrow, but what would happen then? Would he be freed from this time loop or meet another danger?
He knew he had absolutely no chance of fighting again for some time. Even a kid could kill him in his current condition. He needed time to rest.
But with wheat attached to all of his body, he knew he would die in no time. The wound on his waist was the proof of that.
"What should I do?"
Unfortunately, the itching was getting so much that he couldn't even focus on anything properly. Not to mention the fatigue, mental and physical, piling up for months.
"Fuck it! I'll die like this anyway."
Veer cursed, and putting pressure on his sword, he stood up. He started walking towards the Scarecrow, slowly but surely. As he stepped on a dark metal slate, a thought formed in his mind.
"Should I take them?"
