Chapitre 857: Immortal Injuries

"It wasn't my plan originally," Grim explained with a dark face unseemly for someone who was usually cheerful and cheerfully impulsive like him. "I had almost forgotten about the unusual scimitar the bastard I had been facing was using. It fell into the ocean, so I wanted to go get it."

Grim's eyes fell on the man who was laying in a bed, now stripped of his armor. Unfortunately, his wounds still looked the same, and he was still missing a limb, his flesh open and burnt.

"After that one blow – which really hurt by the way – I wanted to return to the ship, but I got a glimpse of something that got me curious. Well, the Avhanar variant I was riding did. I used Warp to appear closer to the fight between the masked man and the Paladin," he said, his face scrunching up. "One of them had just landed a critical blow. It was him," Grim gestured towards the Paladin Champion.

Replicus, Allora, and Pherdanta who were present here with him were intrigued.