After relentless battles, Twilight Rise had been reduced to a wasteland.
Henry hauled himself free from the rubble, every movement sending fresh jolts of pain through his battered body. Though only at the peak of Qi Condensation, he'd foolishly clashed with a Core Formation expert—forcing his Scripture of Spirit Refining to collapse mid-casting. Now, new wounds layered over old injuries like overlapping scars.
Blood painted his frame in crimson, the dirt beneath him doing little to hide the gruesome tapestry of gashes. His shoulders and arms bore the worst damage—particularly the webbing between thumb and forefinger, split clean to the wrist. Both forearms bent at unnatural angles. Even with his freakishly resilient Innate Xuanhuang Physique, the damage proved one truth: Core Formation c
