Wales spoke to himself, but the joy that danced across his features was hardly containable. Had Howard seen it, his curiosity would have surely intensified.
After all, it was Howard who had reaped the benefits, so why did Wales beam with such delight?
If Wales truly held Howard's welfare at heart, why then did he withhold his hand at that crucial moment between life and death?
Or did Wales believe that Howard wouldn't so easily meet his demise?
Regrettably, Howard saw none of this.
A descent from dozens of meters high is no small ordeal, even with the Soul Blood Pact from the Oriental Divine Dragon, it was too much to bear.
Upon impact, darkness claimed Howard's sight, and he succumbed to unconsciousness.
Time trickled away in the darkness, indiscernibly slow.
How long it had been, Howard couldn't tell, but gradually, the sound of water dripping nearby grew clearer, and his consciousness began to wane back.
