When he was certain that he was no longer in immediate danger, Grey's shoulders slumped slightly. It was a subtle sign of relaxation, but even then, Grey had only lowered his guard by a fraction.
He quickly sat down on the head of the Mosasaur, his expression remaining calm and nonchalant. There was still a considerable amount of lingering corruption within his body, along with various other messy and chaotic energies that had yet to be completely dealt with. Before anything else happened, he needed to expel them from his body and restore himself to his peak condition.
Iria had already recovered a portion of her strength. Furthermore, the terrifying roar from earlier had not affected her as severely as it had Grey. Her protective talisman had absorbed most of the impact before finally shattering under the immense pressure.
The only injuries she had suffered were some relatively light mental injuries.
