The trio, barely clinging to life just moments ago, gasped in shock as the pain was replaced by a flood of rejuvenation. Even their mana cores began to stabilize, cleansed and restored as if a reset button had been pressed.
However, unlike others, the three were not able to recover and bounce back that quickly. While their conditions seemed to have stabilized for now, their bodies could only weakly plummet to the ground.
Another set of blood tendrils shot from Damon's body, shaped like hands, and quickly caught them. Unlike the golden hand, the blood red hand gently cradled them and held them tight, not letting even a single stray attack touch them.
Mark, finally, let out a sigh of relief. Erin, who was on the other side, finally shook off all the incompetent C ranks holding her back and let out a roar that shook the whole battlefield. Kaelthorn grinned with reverence in his eyes as his blade slaughtered faster and cleaner.
