Chapter 93: Don’t Do It, It’ll Hurt
When Thales came to from the fatigue of having lost too much blood and the loss of consciousness, he realized that he was leaning against a huge birch tree.
Ralf was guarding him closely. Seeing that he woke up, the Phantom Wind Follower heaved a sigh of relief.
Thales touched the two fang bites on his neck that had magically closed up and stopped bleeding, and asked feebly, "How is the… situation?"
'Very good.' Ralf gestured with effort.
With Ralf's assistance, he tried his best to sit up. He looked towards the two gigantic, terrifying monsters who were basked under the moonlight not far away. One was red and the other was white.
Serena dejectedly furled her skeletal wings behind her back. Covered in wounds, she supported herself with a birch tree and cut a pathetic figure as she spat out a mouthful of blood. She panted vigorously.
She—who at some point had the absolute advantage—raised her head with effort and glared at her prideful and elegant