He ran the ugliest forty meters of his life.
Stumbling and half-blind and trailing smoke from his own body and leaking blood from four different wounds. A fire arrow passed over his right shoulder and another one hit the ground next to his foot and the centaurs were behind him yelling in their grinding rock language.
Some new wounds stack up and all his body was covered in burn marks and some damaged parts. They weren't in the same injury level of his left arm but still increased his mind f*cking pain.
[Congratulations! Your skill Pain Resistance (Uncommon) levelled up]
-Level 7 > Level 8
His body was producing so much pain that the system couldn't keep up with the adaptation speed and each level-up took a tiny edge off the agony which meant the difference between collapsing and reaching the water.
