Adam lay on the snow-covered path, glancing at the stars or whatever it was that shone brightly in the depths of the spirit world.
His body felt cold, but the blood pooling underneath him felt warm. It was a strange sensation. To be so close to the embrace of death, only mere moments away from stepping through the gates of the afterlife.
Ah, I truly overestimated myself…
He thought bitterly. The left half of his body, from the shoulder to the waist, had been ripped off by the four-armed abomination. This was likely in retaliation for what Adam had done to it a few seconds ago.
Ah, what made me think I could take on that creature? For all I know, it might as well be stronger than even a Mana Core Magus…
The pain was unlike anything he'd ever felt before, yet his mind felt strangely calm, cold, and calculating. It was as if the injury he had just sustained couldn't form a ripple of emotion inside his spirit sea. Regardless, he was now incapacitated. Perhaps… permanently.
