In a flash of green-gold light, Rony stumbled out of the scorched battlefield in a flash of green-gold light, coughing up blood as the world spun around him. His boots skidded through moss and ash before he collapsed against a tree, one arm clutching his burned ribs.
But he was alive.
The escape rune had triggered just in time, pulling him from the jaws of that rampaging elemental monster.
His robes were torn and scorched, and his mana circuits screamed with strain, but he had survived the impossible.
A grin twitched at the corner of his lips.
"I'm still breathing. But not all of them were."
Despite everything, Rony felt like the biggest winner in the Medicine Valley.
Not only had he harvested a significant haul of Tier-1 elixirs and even a few rare Tier-2 ones, he had also managed something few Ghost Council's members could boast—
He had killed the Owl's elite wizard. Not a novice, but a formidable runemaster—Sheila Lynelle, Level 18.
