Chương 1828: Lost and Found

Rain made her way back to where Tamar was leaning on the spear, put the sword down, and sprawled tiredly in the mud. 

Now that the Tyrant was dead, the rush of power she had felt because of the Awakening receded. Her body might have been tempered and reforged, but it was still depleted and weary. Her mind, too… she was dead tired.

Some distance away, the abomination's corpse was laying on the ground like a small hill of flesh. The creature was dead, but its minions weren't — the monstrous hands were still moving, searching for the killer in blind fury. Luckily, they remained attached to the Tyrant's corpse, so their reach was limited. Until the corpse decomposed and fell apart, nothing would reach Rain and Tamar. 

The movements of the terrible hands were a little panicked. 

Looking at the sky, Rain let out a long sigh.