God knew how many times they went back and forth, yet in the end, Neraxis was left without an eye and both of his arms.
As for Lagus, he was currently sitting on the floor, smoking a cigarette he had manifested a few moments ago.
He was just as injured as Neraxis, if not more.
He waved the cigarette, glancing in Neraxis's direction.
"Want a smoke?"
Neraxis's brows furrowed. "I'll have to pass."
"You sure? Might be the only time you can have a smoke with your biological father," Lagus remarked with a chuckle. "But hey, I won't force you. If you want to smoke the ashes, be my guest."
With that, Lagus returned to smoking the cigarette, leaving Neraxis standing there in a daze.
The fight had gone on for too long, and by now, he felt a little drained.
In fact, he had used up nearly 70% of his mana by now, and that was after getting it all the way to Null rank.
Neraxis took a subtle glance back at the smoking Lagus.
