Fix it!
In a small room within the wooden manor, a pained groan escaped Michael's lips.
His eyes opened slowly, while his expression distorted in raw agony.
'I am still alive? How?'
Michael couldn't remember a lot of details pertaining to the end of the 'battle' against the 13 Paladins. However, he could hazily remember the destruction caused by the Chaos Pills, the silver inferno that devoured Extraction's golden streams of light, and that darkness engulfed him when the energy influx of the Paladins reached his War Rune.
'I received 10 energy influxes…right?' He tried to remember, but he wasn't certain. His mind was a total wreck, just like his body.
'So there are still three Paladins left? Will they attack us again? Fuck this shit!' Michael cursed in worry.
He tried to get up from the bed, just to feel immense pain spreading through every cell inside his body upon moving.