Puff!
The white glow pierced into Chasing Wind's left chest, causing his raised foot to come to a sudden halt.
"This..." Feeling the Mountain-Suppressing Armor behind him being torn open, looking down at the protruding sword blade from his chest, despair deeply filled Chasing Wind's gaze.
And when the fatigue of life's loss hit him.
Chasing Wind suddenly kneeled.
In the midst of blurry eyes, he saw that skeleton slowly walking away, dragging a long crimson chain behind it. The sound of it clanking against the stones and metal pieces was like a funeral song for him.
Despair.
Pain.
A sudden rush overwhelmed his mind, so painful that he couldn't help but close his eyes. And when he opened them again, the chain swept towards his face. He tried to dodge, but the loss of life sapped his strength to move.
He thought about the skeleton, about that dog, the Mountain-Suppressing Armor already solidified, prepared to fight and retreat.
