"You tend to him. In the meantime, I'll wring every bit of information out of this demon who dared harm him" Saying that, he extended his two fingers and pointed at the demon.
"Who fired that [Níðhögg]? Answer me, demon"...
Níðhögg? Simon wanted to ask what was that; however, before he could, he saw the silver haired man draw a line in the air with his fingers.
An action so inconspicuous and ordinary, yet it was this seemingly ordinary motion that screamed of death.
Simon hurriedly activated all of his movement and augmenting skills and got out of the way. A fraction of a second later, the space where he stood previously, was torn apart. A long silver gash, clean and precise appeared and lingered in the air for a long time.
Gulp… Simon gulped as he looked at the cut. The edges of the tear glowed faintly, its sheer sharpness distorting even the surrounding air. Had he been a second slower, he'd be sliced clean in half.
