Duke Sant's eyes wavered.
For a brief second his vision blurred, as if the world had tilted.
His hands shook.
He had not felt a single thing… not a hint of danger… not even a whisper.
Not until the spear was already inside him.
The cold metal had pierced through his back, broken through his ribs, and pushed out from the front of his chest like a cruel nail.
Hot blood slowly slid down the long spear tip.
It dripped… one drop after another… onto the snow below.
The white ground turned red.
"How… is this pos—"
"Ugh!!"
A painful groan escaped his mouth as the spear suddenly twisted.
The metal inside his body turned.
Pain exploded through his chest like a burning fire. His muscles tightened and his back arched slightly.
For a moment his fingers trembled harder.
"Hehe…"
A low chuckle echoed from behind him. It was light. Almost playful.
But it carried a cruel edge.
"We were waiting for you to use your Intuition," the voice said slowly.
The voice was clear.
A woman.
