Fifteen minutes, that was how long the meat grinder had been spinning.
The center of the ruins was completely unrecognizable. There were no pillars left standing and no walls left to break. The entire plaza had been reduced to a massive, pulverized crater of ash and shattered stone, completely saturated with the suffocating pressure of gold and purple mana.
Hajin stood near the edge of the crater, his chest heaving violently.
The golden mist was no longer pouring steadily from his mouth. It came out in ragged, uneven gasps, every breath sounding wet and strained.
he intricate golden mark that had started on the back of his hand was now fully etched all the way up to his shoulder, the lines glowing with a dangerous, unstable heat that felt like it was cooking him alive from the inside.
He had taken heavy damage.
