Bk 3: Ch– 208 Last Breath(pt-1)

It was that moment when everything went silent around a battle. Darce watched in horror when the Doctor coughed and stood straight before him. “Blood lust is a disease, but what are you doing?”

He was confused with fear. He was not sure what this was; he was just dank.

“I call this the end. I only tested this on the almost-dying black knights; there is no proof. I call it an elixir. It gives such a boost. Numbing your pain, numbing your senses to focus in only one direction.” He pointed his sword at Darce.

The King of Rante grabbed the spear tighter in his hand. “You don’t look good. Forget all these and give up. Let me help you.”

He was feeling pity for the panting body of that man. There seemed to be steam coming out of his body.

“This is something I wanted for myself; I have seen those beautiful soldiers make it out with demon-like strength for so long. They were wounded so bad, yet they moved so well.” He charged at Darce as soon as he was done talking.