Chapter Sixty-Eight

Chapter Sixty-Eight.

I walked slowly and stopped right in front of Zen's bruised body. I squat and dispel the scythe on my hand.

There's a lot of blood covering his face, especially on his nose and mouth. I lifted my hand and held it under his nose.

Warm air brushed through my fingers.

I nodded in satisfaction.

Fortunately, he isn't dead yet. But anytime soon, he probably would. And we don't have much time now.

My sight landed on the blessed sword not far away Zen, it was laying flat cold on the ground just like its holder.

"Over there, are you still there?" I asked as I stood up and walked over to the blessed sword.

It too a few second before Droon answered, "un... I'm still alive..."

I just ignored the slight displeased in his voice. I bent down and reached for the sword. "Can you heal him? We need to get out of here now. I don't want another headache from those Gardeners." I muttered as I raised the blessed sword.

Droon snorted, "What do you want… me to do?… Heal someone?… did you