Brink of Defeat (2)
Rex, weathered by the weight of the fight, lay in his own pool of blood.
His regenerative abilities were trying to heal his wounds, but it was way slower than normal.
As a peak ultimate element, the chaos energy put up a fierce resistance.
Groaning lightly, he fixed his eyes skyward—watching the dark clouds swirl, indifferent to the turmoil below. The symphony of battle raged on, clashing spells and desperate cries echoed through the battlefield—all clear in Rex's ears.
Even as he couldn't see the battle, the vibrations beneath him were a constant reminder.
It was a reminder that the violence was still going on.
Struggling against the brutal pull of exhaustion, with wounds marred across his body, he rose—his movements labored and heavy. Adorned with a painful look, Rex swept his gaze across the battlefield that had now turned against his forces.
Blood with different hues stained the earth, mingling with the soil of the battlefield.