Since he was going to die anyway, the least he could do was kill as many beasts as he could before he himself died.
Unsommoning the rookie blade, still lying at the reconstructing body of the beast
It took a total of four seconds for the blade to be back in his hands, held firmly for a moment before being readjusted back to his waist.
Taking out two health potions and five mana potions of the lowest tier, he quickly gulped down, feeling both his mana and body rapidly recovering before finally the message he had been dreading appeared.
[You have grown immune to potions of the lowest tier; they will no longer affect you.]
Raze sighed in acceptance, as he already knew it was going to happen.
Thankfully, he was able to recover his mana, which was almost full.
It was now or never.