Deep inside his heart, for the first time since the battle began, a sense of retreat emerged.
He didn't question why it was only now that he, who had never been particularly brave, had thoughts of fleeing.
He simply held onto an unrealistic hope and ran in a direction away from the core battlefield, towards where villagers were screaming.
But after all, he was just a new adventurer, without much training, and his physical fitness was very ordinary.
At the moment, after high-intensity combat, his stamina was already exhausted.
A brief rest of a few breaths wouldn't provide any relief.
Instead, the aching soreness of his muscles became more evident, as fatigue swallowed him like a tidal wave.
He barely moved his body away from the wall, taking two steps forward.
Then suddenly staggered, swayed, and fell to the ground.
He still held his One Handed Sword in his hand.
But he couldn't get up no matter what.
It seemed as if all his strength to stand had been completely drained.
