Decoy

"Hahahaha, the idiot didn't kill me," Laren laughed weakly as he regained consciousness again.

The sun was high in the sky, beating down upon him with a vengeance which made his wounds hurt more.

His clothes had been destroyed, with a little more than rags covering him. His long hair stood on end while huge cuts and burn marks were all over his body. The greatest damage though was his chest area which had recieved the direct impact of the spell.

Had it not been for Laren's high level, clothes which could take the attack of a Commander beast and a defensive artifact coupled with a chaos spell, he would have died from the attack.

Every inch of Laren's body was racked with pain as he feebly tried to rise but collapsed again.

The only good thing about the attack was that it had not crippled him. Had he been crippled and unable to use magic, that would be unacceptable.

Seeing he couldn't get up, he reached for his storage ring which surprisingly worked and took out the communication ball