Drip. Drop.
Tanoya stared toward Robin with wide, conflicted eyes.
Eyes filled with hesitation...
And something dangerously close to fear.
She watched silently as blood continued dripping from the deep wounds spread across her face and neck.
Seven wounds.
Every single one deep enough to reach bone and scrape against it.
She had exchanged several attacks with the candidate—
No...
With Robin Burton.
And every single exchange always ended with two undeniable truths.
The first...
Was that Robin's body became weaker after every clash.
Even after restoring his energy back to perfection repeatedly, his body continued swaying more violently, and opening his eyes became increasingly difficult.
At this very moment, for example, it looked as though he was using half his remaining strength merely to remain standing upright.
She could clearly sense him attempting to use the Sovereign Law of Creation to heal himself.
But futilely.
