Chương 1824: After Me Comes the Flood

The Tyrant was still behind them, its towering figure moving slowly in the distance. 

Rain reminded herself that they could not waste any time. And yet, she had no strength left to rise. 

However, that was alright. 

She had felt the same way the previous time she fell, and the time before that, and the time before that…

Letting out a quiet groan, Rain sat up, then slowly staggered to her feet. Walking over to where she had dropped the hunting knife, she picked it up and sheathed her blades. The crude sheath she had made for the enchanted dagger was coming undone, sliced by its sharp blade… but it would hold for a day or two, which was more than she could ask for. 

Finally, she looked at Tamar. 

"How… how are you doing?"

The young Legacy was laying down on the stretcher, breathing heavily. Her breathing did not sound good. 

"...I'm alright. I heal fast. The bleeding is already stopping."

Rain nodded.