Finn lay sprawled across the wreckage of the shattered table, tears in his eyes, regretting every life choice that led to this moment. His spine screamed. His ribs whined. And his ass…
His ass felt like it had just been railed by two angry gorillas on steroids.
"Ughh…" he groaned, curling slightly. "I should've just studied accounting…"
He was pretty sure he'd broken at least one bone. Maybe two. Possibly his soul.
But hey—on the bright side?
Ezgar was knocked out. Flat on his back, eyes rolled up, out cold like a kid who ate three melatonin gummies by accident.
Finn slowly started pushing himself up using a jagged piece of the table as a cane. He winced, groaning with every movement. His ass throbbed with the fury of a thousand betrayed ancestors.
Still… there was one more thing left to do.
Find Beard Man.
He glanced across the wizard tower's war zone. Shockingly, things were calming down.
