Ravenna panted heavily, watching as Lucivar's back disappeared around the corner.
She tried calling for him, but he didn't answer.
"Where is he going?"
Shaking her head, Ravenna sat back down again, completely in a state of exhaustion.
Even though she was able to withstand Loki's suppression, allowing her to remain conscious while the others, and perhaps even the entire world, were knocked out cold, it still took a toll on her. Her reserve was completely empty.
And her stamina—it took a hit from the burn coming from her Supernatural Ego.
All she could do right now was sit down and recover.
Out of nowhere, a sudden sleepiness assaulted her, making her eyelids ten times heavier than normal.
She tried to keep awake, but she couldn't, not when she was this exhausted.
Soon, her eyes began to throb.
Each throb blurred the world around her as she desperately tried to keep awake.
Everyone was vulnerable right now, so there should at least be one to keep an eye on them.
