Layla's POV (Continuation))
"You're dead," I said to the beast.
Then there was an ugly laugh from the beast as if it was so amused at my horror-struck face. "Only for a little while."
"W-what do you mean? I- I killed you!"
Then his laughter picked up volume and he doubled on his stomach. I didn't even say anything funny but he was cracking up like I was sort of a clown.
"You could have died and I shall be reborn weak with your puny amount of mana. But him taking the curse from you, was a blessing to me. Now, he is close to dying and I will inherit such gigantic power from him."
My eyes widened upon hearing that. I thought it was only a hypothesis if a particular berserker died in the hands of the enemy and its blood coated its killer's flesh, it will rise upon the death of his killer.
So the feeling that I had when I was in the box was true. The curse was trying to kill me by crushing everything of me to pieces.
