Caius's POV.
I sat there, feeling the burning pain in my joints and muscles while my breathing remained fast and unstable.
Rain poured heavily over me, flowing through my hair down my face and soaking into my clothes that clung to my skin… at least what remained of them.
My swords were planted into the ground before me, while I felt the softness of the thing I was sitting on. It wasn't hard, nor was it too soft.
In short, it was comfortable.
Far better than every chair Elliot had made over the past few weeks.
And it was nothing more than one of the remaining petals of the Nightmare Flower.
Although the battle had been short, the final moments truly exhausted me.
I had given everything there… and far more than that.
I looked around a few meters away, where many dark-colored tendrils lay lifeless on the ground.
