Roar!
The monsters roared in frustration as they could not find him, but they kept searching, but even after a minute, they didn't find him at all.
In the end. They have to give up and leave.
I didn't stay and walked away as well. I have no need to get his thanks.
I had saved him because I had pitted him.
There was no intention other than that. I hope he will use this opportunity to recuperate and do something about his hand.
Growing a hand isn't a problem for a powerhouse like us, but even at best.
The newly grown hand would have around 60% strength compared to the original hand. It will take weeks to months to bring to original strength.
It will make things harder for him, but it's his problem. I am not going to help him with that.
Hours passed, and I crossed quite a distance.
'An hour more,' I thought, looking at the sky. The suppression deepened, and the energy became denser at night.
Golden Tickets, Please.
Votes and Golden Tickets, Please. Votes and Golden Tickets, Please. Votes and Golden Tickets, Please. Votes and Golden Tickets, Please. Votes and Golden Tickets, Please. Votes and Golden Tickets, Please. Votes and Golden Tickets, Please.