Since there were no living monsters present, everyone started helping the wounded. Lucen felt a sense of relief wash over him.
The very second he stopped using RELEASE, the relief shattered. His body screamed all at once.
It was as if every tendon in his body had been twisted until they snapped, each muscle fiber screaming as though torn by unseen hooks.
His veins pulsed like rivers of molten metal, every heartbeat a hammer striking against fragile glass.
His vision darkened at the edges, and then came the coughing, wet, metallic. Blood splattered across his hands, then more as his whole frame began to convulse.
His knees buckled, and he was about to fall to the ground. Every nerve was on fire, yet at the same time numb, like his body couldn't decide whether to break or freeze.
"Little leader!"
