Chapter 40
Jeremiah was on the ground, laying on his back in the courtyard, surrounded by holes and pockmarks made by his cords and wires, panting. Sargon sat against one of the walls of the courtyard, leaning back against it in a similar state, breathing heavily. Both of them showed signs of being scratched up, bruised and beaten. Sargon was covered in a thin glowing veneer of light, healing slowly while Jeremiah had numerous small bandages of his healing wires wrapped around parts of his body.
“I feel like my entire body is lead. My arms are lead, my legs are lead, my head is pounding but also lead.” Jeremiah complained as he forced himself to sit up with a loud groan. “In the end, how did I do?”