My vision began to fade as the grip tightened around my neck. Even suppressed to D-Rank, Vael'runn's strength was far too much for a mortal like me and he clearly intended to kill us and drag our souls back with him to his hell.
But before the darkness could completely claim me, my body suddenly dropped to the ground with a loud thud as the grip around my neck loosened.
Someone else crashed beside me.
Coughing violently, I forced my eyes open and looked.
It was Arza.
Her body twitched violently and was riddled with countless black veins. Blood poured from every pore of her pale skin. Her eyes were closed, but the scythe in her hand was coated in pitch-black blood.
I instinctively reached for my neck.
A hand was still gripping it.
But it wasn't connected to anyone.
I understood immediately.
Arza had severed Vael'runn's hand.
I didn't know how she had done it, I didn't know why she had done it but it was obvious she had paid a terrible price for it.
Why…?
