Reynolds's lightning spear pierced through the final opponent, while Void had already cut down the one who tried to flee after seeing the death of the last Ninth-stage Necromancer.
Reynolds was panting heavily as he dismissed his lightning armor. Blood stained his clothes, and several wounds marked his body. The most serious was a deep slash that ran from his torso around to his back. He glanced at the corpses of Liora and the last Ninth-stage Necromancer, then at Grey and Elder Voss.
He flew over with Void perched on his shoulder.
Seeing Grey's haggard condition, he laughed, "Looks like those guys gave you a good beating."
"You don't look any better," Grey retorted, nodding toward Reynolds's obvious injuries and exhausted appearance.
"My case is understandable. I had to fight ten people. You only fought a mere three." Reynolds grinned.
