"Not enough," Cedric muttered. The taste of iron spreading across his tongue.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, dragging blood across his jaw.
It stung a little.
Everything stung.
His ribs ached like they'd been cracked open. His arms were numb. His legs barely held him up.
Still.
He stood up.
Across the battlefield. The Obsidiorn let out a furious roar.
The sound was ragged, its voice broken from damage.
It looked like hell. Cracks ran deep across its stone-plated body, black blood hissing out with every breath. Lava steamed from its fists, dripping in slow, angry globs that burned into the earth.
But it wasn't the only problem.
There was still the Devourer.
The worm had already healed. Completely.
Not even a scratch had left. Its disgusting purple mass had vanished back into the dirt, smooth and silent, like it had never been there.
But Cedric could feel it moving.
