Dorian breathed in.
He exhaled.
He breathed in again.
He exhaled again.
His entire body was a mess of pain.
He could deal with that.
What he couldn't deal with, however, was the feeling of helplessness that swarmed him as he was picked up and carried by the female troop. He felt warm light encircle his battered body, trying to heal his injuries.
He could take action and defend himself right now if he needed to. But doing so would only worsen his already severe injuries.
He sighed, checking his status.
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Dorian - Soul Status
Soul Stage: Lord Class (Early)
Health: Extremely Poor (Repairing)
Energy: 1,343/11,887
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'Well.' He winced as he looked at the numbers. It wasn't surprising. One thing stood out to him, however.
Starting next week, or the week after, I'll try to get bonus chapter release Fridays as a thing for us :) I'll keep you all posted on the progress of that concept as I work on the story!
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