Ezekiel grit his teeth while forcing himself up, ignoring the piercing pain that assaulted his head. Making such instant decisions while under such an intense amount of stress and fear of the looming danger wasn't without consequences.
"I swear, it's like our luck dropped to a negative value the moment we left Pytra City." He murmured before forcing his weary body over to Vera's side and bringing out a healing elixir from his Dimensional ring. "First it was the mana beasts, then that stupid mercenary, and now, a frigging mana storm. It's like the world is trying to find quick and easy ways to end my life."
Sighing, he bent down to raise her head upwards before pouring the elixir into her mouth, boosting the recovery of her internal injuries.
(You guys have five more days before the Institute's entrance exams start.)
The mechanic groaned with exasperation. "You couldn't wait till my headache disappeared? Worst timing Laura."
