"That's great. So now we just need to look for the Ether Shard," Myles said calmly.
"Right," Michael replied without hesitation.
He stepped away from the altar as if ready to give orders. Then his vision swayed.
The ground tilted beneath him. His knees buckled and he dropped to one hand, his breathing suddenly shallow.
A wave of heavy and unavoidable weakness spread through his limbs.
"Michael!" Rafe moved first, catching his shoulder before he collapsed completely.
Hana rushed forward and knelt beside him. She placed her palm lightly against his arm and closed her eyes, using her skill to sensing his body.
"It's exhaustion," she said after a second. "His body was too tired and injured from internal strain from earlier. You pushed too hard in that fight. Your body hasn't recovered yet."
Michael clenched his teeth. "I'm fine."
"You're not," Hana replied firmly. "You can't move properly right now. If you force it, you'll collapse again. We need to rest."
