"Haizz! My fate must be too miserable to be stuck with a loser like you!"
Suddenly, a voice drifted out of nowhere, slicing through the chaotic atmosphere.
It was cold and frail, yet it carried a strange weight, stirring worry and fear as if it crept into the depths of one's soul.
Thrustttttt!
Hector snapped out of his frenzy. He released Tom's throat—Tom, who was on the brink of death—and grabbed the steel collar tightening around his neck, trying to rip it off with all his strength.
"Argh!"
He gritted his teeth, blood seeping from the corner of his lips as he struggled against the tightening band.
With final rage, it also quickly lost after that.
Simply, the steel collar was too hard.
Honestly, the steel collar was formed from a lot of complex and overpriced stuff, so just an unsource power that Hector just gained was too tough to break.
Moments later, slowly, his knees buckled.
One more second—
And then, he collapsed entirely, motionless.
