Xilin's departure marked the end of this bloody battle. Bologue's tense body finally relaxed as he collapsed to the ground, his chest heaving violently. Every minute and second of the fight seemed interminable to him, as life and death continuously intertwined.
Nesanel got up to check on the injuries of Geoffrey and Lebius. Both had suffered severe wounds to varying degrees; Geoffrey's eyes were filled with blood, and it was unclear how many bones were broken. Lebius was in a much more pitiful state than his partner.
Even though Lebius had ascended to a Defender, the high-intensity battle nearly broke his spine. He lay on the ground, paralyzed, with his limbs twisted at odd angles, leaving only the sound of shallow breathing.
As the others busied themselves with retreating, Palmer strained to lift his head. Others might not recognize the voice, but Palmer was different. That voice was too familiar to him.
Palmer squinted at the tiny figure in the sky, "F...father?"
