Half the players were already dead.
Bodies littered the battlefield, blood soaking the ground, shattered armor and weapons scattered everywhere.
The casualties were immense.
Kael and Zeref moved beside me, their faces bruised, cuts across their arms and torsos. They didn't even look at me, they just held themselves together like they were made of steel.
Luna hovered above, hands glowing faintly, her mana was almost empty.
Other healers?
Gone.
Out of juice.
It was a hopeless fight.
A Rank SS boss was already this brutal. I didn't even want to think about the Rank SSS boss I had to face to get my body back.
My stomach twisted just imagining it.
I crouched for a moment, pulling out herbs from my pack and shoving them in my mouth raw.
Bitter, but effective.
Then I handed mana potions and stamina potions to the others, whatever we had left from my haul.
Survival first, pride later.
