For a few moments, Max remained suspended in midair, gasping for breath. His entire body felt fragile, as though it were made of glass. Even the smallest movement sent waves of pain through him.
Cracks still ran faintly across his arms and shoulders, glowing with traces of red energy. His strength was unstable, and he could feel that a single careless action might cause his body to collapse entirely.
"Thanks, Blob," Max said weakly, lowering himself to the ground below. His voice was quiet but filled with gratitude. As soon as his feet touched the barren surface, he sat down, closing his eyes and trying to stabilize his condition.
He focused inward, attempting to circulate his energy and begin the healing process. However, the moment he directed his consciousness toward his core, a golden light suddenly burst forth from within him. It flowed through his veins like liquid sunlight, illuminating his body from the inside. The familiar sensation immediately brought him relief.
