"My head hurts," Karsha groaned, holding his head like a baby. He woke up, clutching his head.
Clearly, he had some injuries, and mental fatigue had set in, making him wish he was dead. Using the Sword of a Deity to unleash his strongest sword move not once but twice was just too much for his current self.
Although the Soul Ring helped him endure the pain while using the sword, he still felt it deep within his mind.
After enduring the pain, he noticed,
"Huh, my hand is alright. " His hand had healed up. When he used the sword for the second time, the flesh on his hand had burst apart, revealing his bare bones, but now, his hands were completely healed.
"My Lord, you've woken up," Karsha heard a familiar voice and turned.
"How long has it been, Lunar? And did we kill that bastard?" Karsha asked.
He fainted before he could read the message about his kill, so he didn't know whether they had managed to kill the bastard or not.