Zarek took shallow breaths. He would have taken deeper ones if he could get away with it, but it was hard to do that when breaths like that would almost certainly come with scorched lungs and burning organs.
There wasn't much that he had left at all.
There was this sword in his hands. His Talents, which were quite useless in battle. He had the Skills that he had gained from the seven men he was linked to thanks to his Hero Candidate Role. And finally, there was what remained of the Elixir still sloshing around in a ball of Lurker's Godsfall in his stomach.
It was safe to say that there was hardly any use to any of them at all.
The sword in his hands at this point was practically dead weight. He couldn't get close to Crux in the first place, and the sword certainly wasn't helping that. It only made it worse that it was essentially a big hunk of conductive metal.
