He dropped to the ground and sat down heavily, breathing hard.
"Haa… haa… haa…"
His whole body hurt. His head was throbbing from overusing Death's darkness and shadow abilities. His arms felt numb from the constant fighting.
He wiped the black blood from his face with the back of his hand and looked around.
The battlefield was still chaotic, but compared to before, the number of monsters had decreased a lot.
On the other side, his group members were still fighting the remaining monsters.
Some were injured. Some were exhausted. But they were still fighting. No one was killed. That was surprising.
Amon then saw Ethan sitting near a broken tree some distance away. He was breathing heavily and holding his arm, which looked injured.
Amon slowly stood up and started walking toward him.
"You still alive?" Amon asked as he walked closer.
Ethan let out a tired laugh. "Barely… That thing almost killed me earlier."
