บท 1111: Sacrifice and Victory (2)

Looking at the Symposium of Upper Divinities, Rex could feel his willpower fading away.

He gasped for breaths as his eyes once filled with determination, now held a view of helpless resignation—mirroring the weight of the peak point of the fight against that pressed upon his weary shoulders.

Severe, unhealed wounds crisscrossed his body, the cost of the intense battle.

As the surge of brilliant golden energy engulfed the sky, casting an ominous shadow over the Dead Man's Creek—a ridiculous amount of energy that could only come from one source, the resolve inside of him faltered.

In that moment of clarity, he knew that victory was slipping through his fingers.

Rex even reverted back to his Human form out of fatigue.

In his current state—he couldn't cast any skill of his as the Brutal Impulse he used to defend himself from the Chaos Nova earlier had taken everything he had. Even his left arm—turned blue already.