Chapter 140: Blood Monger - 1 [3/10]
Dale clutched his mangled arm, which looked as though it might fall off at any moment, with deep gashes carved all along it. The attack had been aimed at his head, neck, and heart. He had narrowly stopped the strikes to his heart and neck by reacting at the last instant, raising his reinforced arm to block.
As a result, his wrist and elbow were nearly destroyed.
The final strike toward his head missed the vital area by a hair's breadth, leaving deep gashes across his forehead, nose, and cheeks. Blood streamed down his face, painting it entirely red.
Nira was desperately trying to stop the bleeding, her hands trembling as she poured every ounce of her magic into healing whatever she could. Tears welled in her eyes as she watched Dale in that state. One moment, he had been fine—then, in the blink of an eye, reduced to this.
