Chapitre 183: Blake To The Rescue

Elsa's vision turned blurry, her strength dwindled, and her body secreting out sweat. The kind that was enough to wash off the blood on her face, replaced with the pain of having liquid composed mostly of salt mixed with the open wound on her forehead.

Her body had lost its weight, and her mind getting foggy. She could no longer think straight, with riddled questions forming up in her mind.

Elsa held unto one single thought and concentrated very hard on it, to make sure her mind does not end up shattered or in a vegetated state as a result of the pain she is currently experiencing, and her thoughts not in order.

"i.....i....sav....ci..."

Her mouth kept mumbling out broken words, pieces of it scattered around, but when put together, reads; I must save the city.