"...Fucking hell..."
I mumbled under my breath.
The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the ceiling of a place I was all too familiar with by now.
I could even call it "home" by now.
Yeah…
It was the cathedral.
Again.
I let out a slow breath and moved my right arm—except, I didn't feel anything.
My gaze froze for a second.
"Damn it..."
My hand was gone.
My entire arm was wrapped in thick bandages.
And even worse?
My mana pathways were completely destroyed.
I could feel it.
My mana pool—what little was left—was even smaller now.
But at least I was still breathing.
Better than being dead.
Still, how the hell did I even get here?
I tried to remember, but everything after that fight was just a blank.
I must've blacked out.
And now? I was completely screwed.
Not only did I still need to gather enough money for the Dragon's Heart, but now I had to find some kind of healing artifact—one that could regrow my damn arm and fix my mana pathways.
Just great.
