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Amon panted hard, slumping down on the ground, exhausted.
'Huff…Huff…Fuck…Huff…..I'm…rapidly running out of mana.' He thought as put his arm over his eyes to shield himself from the sunlight.
From the side, he saw Michael slump down on the ground as well.
Amon saw him quickly retrieve some potions and down them, healing his injuries.
Both of them were hurt pretty badly, though Amon was more spent in terms of mana.
Taking out a couple of mana potions as well, Amon ran them down his throat, recovering a large portion of his mana.
But as soon as he did, it started to drain again because of the clones.
He downed a health potion as well, sealing up the few amount of cracks he had on his body.
For a minute, both of them were silent, sitting on the ground with back to back touching.
After catching their breath, Michael was the first one to speak up.