The blood feaster rose from the sea, its black blood spilling down the massive gash on its face.
Akaris had cut all of its tentacles with light blade and the only thing left to carry se was its mouth. It rose and climbed back to the island.
Its red eyes glared at him with unshakable rage, the desire to tear him to shreds radiated from its savage eyes like waves.
Akaris propped himself up with his claymore, he could barely stand, his muscles felt like they were on lava and his head was groggy.
A mind splitting headache assaulted him constantly making it hard for him to even think.
He stood and gripped his sword with shaking hands. His body swayed like a leaf in the wind.
However he knew, deep down he knew he couldn't win, his mana was spent and his body could barely stand.
Even with the child of mana title which sped up his mana regeneration, he couldn't regenerate fast enough.
