The amount of damage dealt by the Air Cannon Barrage was so overwhelming that Denji's state deactivated immediately after. His height shrank back to its original baseline, his muscles receding as well, leaving behind a body riddled with wounds, blood steadily dripping onto the cracked earth beneath him.
His strained breathing echoed faintly across the crash site, uneven and labored, carrying just far enough to be heard within the surrounding area.
Standing nearby was an unfazed Floki. His gaze rested calmly on the dozens of guards surrounding him, their spears and lances raised, their voices overlapping as they shouted at him to step away from their baron.
Floki ignored them. Without urgency, he retrieved a mid-grade healing potion, then flicked it toward Garrick, who was just managing to steady himself on his feet.
Only after that did he turn fully toward the guards.
