Two hours.
Or at least that's how long it felt like since Adrian started fighting the Oroborus.
Noctis noticed that its contractor was definitely out of options right now, especially from the way he looked.
His glasses, the magic tool, had been broken at some point during the second hour, though Noctis couldn't remember exactly when, but it wasn't the only thing.
His left arm hung at an angle that suggested it had lost an argument with the serpent's tail sometime in the last thirty minutes and hadn't recovered from the experience, his ribs, had met the same fate.
There was blood running from his nose that he hadn't bothered wiping away, probably because wiping it away would have required energy he was allocating elsewhere.
But through it all, he was still standing.
After all, he still needed to get by his lady's side, and he wouldn't let a mere obstacle stop him.
The obstacle, on the other hand, unlike him, had no sign of battle on its body.
