Two Hundred and Fifteen.

Lyon felt more relieved than ever after seeing the look on his friend’s faces, he was glad he finally got back to them, that happiness was one that nothing else could match.

His eyes became too heavy to keep open, his body still hurts like crazy and with nothing else but relief washing over him, Lyon finally closed his eyes.

“LYON!” Chelsey immediately yelled, unable to wrap her head around the fact that Lyon made it this far only to die on them.

“I feel….” Lyon slurred, he wanted nothing more than to sleep, he needed to regain all the strength he’d lost while he was fighting with the Dark Lord.

He also wanted to relive the fight because he doesn’t want to waste much time when it was time for a rematch and this time, he wanted the rematch to be decided on his term.

He couldn’t possibly let the Dark Lord pull him into the Dark World again like it was nothing, he needs to have a stronger will and a much more powerful strength that would enable him to bring the Dark Lord out of his world