Deklan's pupils dilated, and his breath was caught.
It happened in the blink of an eye.
Agnar's form eclipsed the moonlight, casting his face into sharp, defining shadow.
So fast!
Clang—!
"Argghk!"
Deklan managed to raise his spear in the nick of time, catching the arcing blade with everything he had, but the impact still drove him to one knee. Blood bursts from his mouth. The raw mana behind the strike had already invaded him, tearing through his organs from the inside.
A direct clash against a silver-rank Exorcist with stronger mana is beyond stupid.
He realized that now.
But still, I thought I'd be wracked harder than this.
Just from Agnar's face alone, it was blatantly clear that he wasn't holding anything back.
That strike was backed with the intention to kill, so it should have caused more damage than this.
It was then that Deklan's eyes snapped to the side.
