In the aftermath of Megaloblatta's attack, a dense cloud of black smoke covered the entirety of the open space, slowly rising to the First Floor, and as it ascended, something else came dripping down —It was molten lava born from the scorching heat.
Step... Crunch...
A short distance away, a lone figure came out from where he had been hiding, his entire body riddled with third degree burns, cuts, and parts of him without flesh.
It was Kaelen. He looked as though he had been rescued from the maw of a wild beast before being baptized with fire.
Sizzle... Sizzle...
He continued filling his Mana Veins with Mana to accelerate his regeneration, just as he had been doing during the entire course of Charymos and Megaloblatta's battle.
Sizzle...
His flesh regenerated, and the third degree burns faded away as though they were merely muck stuck to his skin.
[This barely did anything...]
He lowered his eyes to the fragment of what was once a great shield in his grasp.
