Loss

Warden sat down on a heap of corpses, his heart restless, his chest heaving up and down in rhythmic exhaustion. The surrounding still reigned in darkness; he didn't even have an ounce of power to lift off the formation. It would have been a lot easier had he done it from outside, but the solution wasn't the same for one to do it from the inside.

He spat a mouthful of blood and saliva, surging with his radiance essence to recover from the worn-out state. His radiance essence had weakened considerably, wishing if he could just eat raw quintessence of light to gain back the lost power. But that was as foolish an endeavour as any.

[Higher grade energy harvested!]

[14.3 Recovery.]

[1.4 Dexterity.]

[1.2 Spirit.]

"Cheh!" he squeaked, feeling the rush of new essence. Perhaps in a minute or two, he would be in the state of fighting again. "But there ain't time to rest yet…"