He felt as if he had been targeted by an overwhelming force, one that could neither be seen nor resisted.
As the coin continued to rotate, the steel dirk slowly turned until its blade pointed directly at the middle-aged man.
The woman spoke in a low, inaudible voice.
The steel dirk hovering above her head suddenly shot forward at breakneck speed.
Its blade sliced through space itself, appearing before the middle-aged man in an instant. At such a close distance, he could clearly see the cold sheen reflecting from the razor-sharp edge.
An intense feeling of danger immediately surged through his heart.
Yet just as the dirk was about to pierce his body, the middle-aged man suddenly severed one of his own hands and muttered a series of complicated and indecipherable words.
The pitch-black sea beneath them began to boil violently.
