Connection
The Glaive fell on the now muddy ground, its blade still half embedded in the sorcerer's chest.
The sorcerer's halo flickered a few times and finally went out, signaling the end of the fight.
Hao Xuan's chest heaved up and down as fatigue from the battle and the preceding chase that lasted for more than sixty kilometers finally took over.
The nanomachines had stopped functioning several minutes ago so he was completely on his own since then.
All of these combined, the toll on his body was immense, much more than what initially he expected. His arms and legs felt like they were made of lead. His body was covered in small and large wounds and the blood loss was making him light-headed.
He took a few seconds to catch his breath before recalling the glaive to his meridian.
"Haha...I'm gonna feel this tomorrow," he chuckled looking up at the moon but the response he was waiting for didn't come.