The beast stood just beside Sezel. His heartbeat simply… stopped. Or maybe time stopped, freezing into an endless stretch between each thud, making every second feel like some cruel joke drawn out by fate.
Sezel only saw the blur motion of the scythe coming towards him, crimson blade whistling through the dank, stagnant air.
His mind blanked and body moved on pure adrenaline rush, without any thought he reflexively acted, the katana snapped up between himself and the oncoming scythe, not even unsheathed, just a desperate, instinctive shield.
A deafening sound of impact rang out, Sezel felt his whole body being attacked by an irresistible force.
Just the next moment all he could sense was a stream of immense pain jolting down through every corner of his body, as if it was being torn apart.
He had been thrown flying through the air, hurled into a wall like a ragdoll, every part of his body felt numb from pain, he could taste blood in his mouth.
