Third Person's POV
Yet despite the horror and confusion filling its mind, Trozon still felt a trace of relief, as it had managed to spray its life poison onto Ethan's chest.
That poison was extremely potent.
Even if this human possessed an exceptionally powerful body, Trozon was certain that the poison would eventually claim his life.
There would be no exceptions.
At least... I won't be the only one dying here.
That thought barely formed within the creature's mind.
Before it could think any further, Ethan released one of his daggers and immediately pulled out his ice broadsword.
His crimson eyes were cold and devoid of hesitation.
The massive blade flashed.
SLASH!
Trozon's deformed head was cleanly severed from its body.
But Ethan didn't stop.
He knew better than to assume that an unknown creature like this would die simply because its head had been removed.
