Talo looked behind. The saint lay crumpled on the ground, his breath labored, but he was still alive. Whatever had struck the saint had missed crucial organs. Whether it was intentional or not, she didn't know.
"How can someone see in this thick fog…?" Talo wondered, holding her double-handed sword tightly.
Despite her frustration, she wasn't worried about the saint. After all, he was alive and was already healing his wounds, though the process was significantly slow since he didn't want to attract the enemy's attention.
As for Talo, she could only try to distract the assailant while the saint healed himself.
She felt something hurrying towards them and immediately swung her blade.
There was no mistaking the feeling of slicing through flesh, yet when Talo looked around, there was nothing. Not a corpse, not even a severed limb. The place kept getting weirder by the minute.
