Kapitel 311: (311) Idiot

Geth's head started pounding, and he could feel the energies trying to fight back against the order that Albus and Ro-Zek had been forming from the chaos.

"I won't be able to cast again for a while," He mumbled.

That spell had taken a lot out of him.

"T-Th..."

Geth held his head and turned his head back toward Larz. The Elf was unsteadily getting to his feet, almost tripping out of the casket.

"Apate, would you mind helping him out?" Geth asked.

He knew her position on the Elven Race, but he just couldn't move at the moment. If he tried getting up, the struggle to maintain his consciousness would be for naught. 

The Goddess frowned slightly but did as she was asked. Larz leaned heavily on her shoulder as he stumbled out of the large coffin.