Chapitre 1403: A Reawakening

Neron gasped in pain as he clawed at the ground in an attempt to stand up.

His strength was fading as the miasma's poison coursed through him.

The more he tried to stand up, the more his legs gave way and after a few futile attempts, he gave up entirely.

Each breath was a battle and each slight movement he took tormented him.

The Beast circled him drawing closer as though it was playing with a meal.

Its eyes were glowing with malice and it was buoyed by its victory over the numerous slain Adventurers.

Neron knew that he couldn't fight anymore in his present condition—for one his body refused to obey him, and his vision swam in and out of focus.

"Nero!"

A feminine voice cut through the haze, panicked but resolute.

His ears quickly picked up the voice and his heart grew warm as he recognised Serah.

He had been worried about her as he feared that she was one of the many Adventurers that littered the ground.