But Tharen didn't stop. He didn't look back. He didn't even hesitate.
All he wanted was to get back—to the human continent, to safety, to civilization.
He never noticed the shadow streaking toward him from the front, fast as a phantom.
Shlick—
In the blink of an eye, Laura appeared right in front of him—so close he could see the reflection of his own stunned face in her eyes.
Her razor-sharp claw blade had already pierced his chest.
Tharen's body went rigid. His eyes locked onto Laura's face, wide with shock. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Instinct kicked in. He grabbed her mechanical arm, trying to push her away with what little strength he had left.
His remaining ice-type power surged, frost forming along her arm.
But it was too late.
Laura's claw was just a hair's breadth from his heart. One more inch, and it would be over.
She looked at him—this dying human clinging to life—and smiled.
