Lykos's world spun, the taste of copper filled his mouth, and his vision swam with black spots. His ribs were powder. His stomach was a mess of cauterized flesh and frozen blood from where his own ice had been driven through him.
He was barely alive.
[DEMON HUNTERS!]
But that didn't stop him; he was of the Demon Hunters.
Whether it was that Soul Glyph, his stubborn pride, his Divine lineage, or just the sheer refusal to die like a rat, he had one last thing to show.
He wouldn't uselessly bow out of the fight with nothing to show for it.
"Ghh..."
With trembling hands, Lykos reached into his dimensional pocket and pulled out a small glass vial filled with glowing green liquid.
A high-grade healing potion, courtesy of Mary, their Alchemist.
He smashed the top off with his thumb and downed it in one go.
Steam rose from his stomach wound. The pain was blinding as flesh knitted itself back together, forcing the magma-coated ice shard out of his body inch by agonizing inch.
