Wrock nearly laughed at his own weakness.
His stats were lower than what he had when he started! His body could barely support itself, however he didn't regret the choice. This should have saved his party. The permanent loss of stats could be regained. After three days he would recover.
Wrock then heard coughing. Immediately his heart dropped. From the rubble a figure stood up. Clothes tattered, dust covering their skin. However seemingly unharmed. It was Rygeth.
Rygeth then spoke, "The time limit for such an ability is indeed short. Had I not been immortal then I would have died from that."
Wrock sighed, "You're immortal. . . haha wish I knew that."
Rygeth dusted himself off, "Indeed, that final blow of yours caused me a lot of pain. However it seems like you mortals have finally ran out of time. I must admit, you're a tenacious bunch. Had I not been weakened. . . your lives would have ended long ago. So this time, I shall finish you all off."
