Jorghan collapsed the moment the adrenaline faded.
His body simply gave out, the accumulated damage and essence depletion finally overwhelming even his supernatural resilience.
He drove his body and bloodline far beyond their threshold, knowing full well that the consequences would arrive soon enough.
Jorghan didn't know that he could push past the transformation. Although the results were far more astounding, the pain that followed was also equivalent to that.
Though the mana-devouring attitude had accumulated a lot of mana, so the healing was already underway, but how much it would take to repair it was the question.
He fell to his knees first, then forward onto his hands, blood dripping from his nose and mouth onto the sand that had been transformed to glass by his own attacks.
Sigora was there before he hit the ground completely, her arms catching him, cradling his head as his eyes rolled back and consciousness fled.
