Now that Sophie had successfully slowed the convoy, it was time for Gabriel to do his thing.
His hand moved toward his waist, not for a new treasure, but for something smaller, something that looked almost out of place in this kind of fight. He retrieved a dagger. It was not flashy and did not glow like his greatsword. It looked like a simple tool compared to the monstrous weapon he carried.
Scarlet's eyes narrowed slightly when she saw it, her curiosity rising, while Seraphina's lips parted faintly as if she already understood what was coming, her gaze locking onto his arm.
Without hesitation, Gabriel took the dagger and stabbed his own arm.
He did not do it lightly. He drove it in deep, the blade sinking into flesh with a clean, brutal motion that made even nearby fighters flinch. Blood poured out instantly, not a small cut, but a heavy flow that ran down his forearm and dripped onto the dirt in thick drops.
