CHAPTER 843
BOOOOOOOM—!
Grey's body collided with the spectator stands, instantly reducing the area where he landed into a mess of pulverized stone and shattered timber.
More crimson fluid sprayed from his mouth and nose as he lay motionless amidst the rubble for a heavy, breathless moment.
Back in the arena, it seemed as if the entire world had frozen at the sight.
Grey, the indomitable warrior-mage who had emerged victorious from countless life-and-death struggles, had been sent hurtling through the air by a single punch.
The shock rippled through the crowd, but perhaps no one felt it as keenly as Noir.
Among everyone present, the familiar had been by Grey's side the longest; usually, after such a hit, the mage would already be springing back to his feet.
The wolf waited for several heartbeats, yet no sign of Grey rising could be seen.
With a weary sigh, the wolf shook his head in disapproval.
