COUGH, COUGH, COUGH... UGH—
Wedged in the chasm, Westheid spat out mouthful after mouthful of blood. Choking, he was forced to roll wretchedly onto his side.
Though only grazed by the aftershock of Scorching Wings' Technique, Westheid felt an unprecedented pressure.
It felt as if his entire body—bones, blood, and muscle—had been instantly crushed together. His head throbbed, splitting with a pain like a twisting knife.
The impact should have been instantly fatal, yet it hadn't claimed his life. However, when Westheid hammered his fists against his legs, he found they were completely numb.
The healing effect of [Withered Glory Sun] also seemed to be obstructed. This top-tier Heaven-Extending Talent had barely kept him alive, but it lacked the power to restore Westheid to his peak condition instantly.
Of course, if he could just lie down and rest for half a day, Westheid was confident that the regenerative power of [Withered Glory Sun] could still heal his injuries.
