[center][url=https://fontmeme.com/red-riding-hood-font/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200612/da88a54b08c294fb0fe7273e377499aa.png[/img][/url][/center] So there he was, laying on the ground, bleeding without even one of his guild mates acknowledging his presence. [color=0072bc]"Guess I'll die."[/color] Then shit happened; an unfathomable presence had suddenly appeared without any warning. Zenith raised his head up to see what in the fresh hell it was and dear god he had only seen this man once before: the wizard saint Ajax There. This man was a living terror, a monster above all monsters and he was talking to Fenixtear's two S-Class mages. He could hear his heart pounding against his chest as he broke out into a cold sweat. The first instinct he felt before anything else was to run, to run as far as he could from this overwhelmingly strong entity. God dammit, if he was just a little bit closer to hear the conversation! Zenith sighed and looked up at the sky. God dammit, he was completely useless after using Enkidu; the rebound felt like his body was trying to tear itself apart and he had absolutely no more Ethernano after his final attack that only split the dragon's head open just enough to help with the finishing blow. Speaking of which, was that thing even a real dragon? He's never killed a dragon before, but he was certain enough that when most things die they don't turn into blue sparkles of magic that float up to the sky. Well, they'll just have to talk about it later. He could not exactly talk to others if he was laying on the ground like.[color=0072bc]"Can I get a little help here? I'm not exactly the biggest fan of bleeding out."[/color] He called out to whoever in his guild would listen or able bodied to help heal his lacerations.