Sethrak's scythe, glowing blood red, swung at me, the most vulnerable target at that moment, without hesitation.
I wanted to retreat. I wanted to dodge, to turn into a shadow, to raise a wall of ice. But my body had not returned to normal yet.
I did not even get a chance to activate Storm Heart. The difference in power and speed between us was indescribably vast at that moment.
The scythe entered my body right below my stomach and mercilessly sliced me in half horizontally.
My intestines and blood spilled onto the floor with that nonsensical warm feeling. The upper half of my body separated from the lower, collapsing to the ground.
The pain was indescribable, burning every nerve, clouding my mind. My unique regeneration ability instantly kicked in. I used the small amount of mana I had just started collecting in my body for frantic healing. I also summoned Holy Mana.
