Chapter: 683

“Why” he thought, now panicking as he was on the verge of a coma.

“The elemental bomb should have…”

“It cant…”

Looking down, he realised something else was wrong.

It was still pitch black, even after his leg poked out of the bottom into something blocking his way. But it was still daytime. It didn’t make any sense.

With an oxygen-depleted brain, he couldn’t figure it out. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore.

A few more shallow breaths and a few more pushes was all he had left.

With no mana left and barely hanging onto consciousness, he finally gave in and passed out.

[Stimulants Activated]

*Hur!*

He took in a large strained breath, then another and another. His eyes were bloodshot and red, his mind sprawling with confusion before he passed out again.

[Stimulants Activated]

The process repeated itself.

Stimulants were injected a few more times only resulting in him passing out again. It was like torture.

Finally though, after another round of stimulants, he never woke up again.

The mage hunter was dead – but his suit was not.

[User status – deceased. Other suits undetected.]

[Sorah Protocol Activating]

[Respond to disable Sorah Protocol]

A few moments later…

[Sorah Protocal Activated]

[Three minutes remaining]

Deep in the sand, under the earth, within an acid-filled mushroom cap, a timer slowly and quietly began to tick down.

A dead mage hunter in a suit of armour responded to no prompts as the timer ticked away. The outside world completely oblivious.

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