The once pristine light armor was now in tatters, covered in alarming cracks and penetrating wounds. Due to its inherently weak self-repair ability, his body, barely held together by a massive amount of magic power, was still riddled with scars, resembling a ragged doll. The young man, dragging his long spear, slowly disappeared from our sight, step by step.
Such a promising young man had just walked out of our lives, reminiscent of the feeling evoked by Xiang Lin.
"This kid is done for."
As I curled my index finger and stroked my chin, I occasionally hissed in sympathy, truly feeling pain for him.
"Director, didn't you say that beings known as Heroic Spirits have strong self-recovery abilities? Can't he recover?"
The naive Tsuruya asked curiously, tilting her face upward.
"What I meant was emotional trauma..." I sighed wearily, after which Tsuruya oh'd, "Ah, I see, he really is done for..."
Indeed, the kind-hearted Tsuruya also had a cunning side she kept hidden.
