Back in Babylon…
Ervalen Baaslark, the 9th Hero of Life finally woke up after a few hours since Omega and the others killed the Legendary Rank golems.
Shing!
Shing!
A golden beehive sharped barrier with a greenish hue encapsulated Lagertha.
And the one tending to her wounded and exhausted figure with his skills and high grade healing and stamina potions was none other than Armin.
"Man, what a bummer. These elves are only good at magic and having a long lifespan.
His regenerative abilities are nonexistent and his body is too weak to tolerate backlash from his skills after he was forced to become a Semi-Saint again.
We would have ended this whole thing a couple of days ago if not for his frail body." said Rudra as he held Atlan, his trident, in his right hand.
Ervalen, who had just woken, heard this remark and looked around with a surprised gaze…
"Report to me about what happened." he commanded.
