Chapitre 90: The 'Furry-Folk' (3)

Lucius could feel his body constantly trying to call on his solar crux, but it would not come out. His solar energy reserves had been depleted, and with it, any chance of him healing.

**Enough Deruvon, you're injuring it too much. Any more, and its mind might collapse,** the smaller of the two beings said, before performing a 'go' gesture with its hands. With that, several tendrils extended from the green crux behind it and tried to wrap Lucius into a vyse.

His body reacted in kind, side-stepping and dancing around the tendrils as they shot toward him.

~Fuck,~ he grunted internally. His body didn't seem to care that his arms and legs were broken, as he dodged the attacks like nothing at all was damaged. Each and every step driving his internals further past their limits.