Amid extreme pain and confusion, Thales seemingly felt something.
He felt himself crumbling.
The cracking sounds in his body grew clearer and clearer.
Thales was in so much pain he could not utter a single word. He could only keep his eyes tightly closed. He vaguely felt Little Rascal's arm holding his head.
Her tears dripped onto his face. Mixed with the blood from his nosebleed, it seeped into his mouth, which hung open in pain.
It had a slight metallic, salty taste.
He wanted to open his mouth to comfort her.
But wave after wave of severe pain came ceaselessly from his head, chest, heart, abdomen, thighs and more.
Thales trembled in pain. He was dripping in cold sweat as he was on the verge of losing all consciousness.
Asda's words rang in his ear.
'"You will not utilize mystic energy anymore—I don't want you to turn into a corpse before you become a Mystic."'
