Under the power of the Tyrant, both Bologue and Palmer received magical protection, and as if time had reversed, their conditions returned to peak, even their weary spirits grew excited once more, like they had been injected with adrenaline, their hearts pounding fiercely.
"I feel like I've vomited up all my innards."
Palmer's eyes were dazed, his consciousness hovering between comatose and awake. He took only a few steps before clutching his chest and howling, "It hurts, I feel like I've been beaten up."
He was completely unaware of how dire his previous state was, nor did he realize the Tyrant had come by. If there was a mirror now, Palmer would discover he had become a blood-soaked figure.
Palmer glanced at Bologue, his eyes suddenly lighting up.
"Where did you get that?"
Saying this, Palmer grabbed the orange juice from Bologue's hand, and drank the remaining half in one go.
