892 Give Me Your Strength

Small sparks appeared around the Warden’s horn. It lit up slightly by the stump, but it was doing nothing to her body. It was unable to fully heal her wounds, and compared to before, she was huffing and panting; it was clear she was tired now that her horn had been taken away.

“I never would have thought such a strong Altered would have a weakness like this,” Blackjack said. “Man, with the bite and this, I’ve really been losing my brain cells rotting away in this prison. If the others found out about this, they would never give me the time of day.”

At the same time, Gary’s last stand skill had finished, but he was fine. He had a large amount of his health regained from the Claw Drain as well as his energy. He wouldn’t be able to use the skill anymore for a while, though, which was a major issue.

‘I didn’t want to use the skill, but I had no choice,’ Gary thought. ‘Now, it’s going to be even harder to get out of this place, but we needed to win this fight.’