"Give it back! My Artifact! Give it back to me right this instant!"
"Huh?"
Feeling startled, Raven wished to speak, but the only thing he could force out of his mouth was a painful groan together with a large amount of blood.
"You like to play games, huh?" the Rotrid's eyes flashed menacingly, raising Raven's body even higher.
"Do you really think I won't kill you just because of your little trick?"
'...What the fuck is she talking about? It was not me but the thing behind me!' Raven clenched his teeth firmly, struggling to get free of Paloma's iron grip.
However, taking into consideration how he was unable to move both his arms and how the silver spear was still drilled through his abdomen, it was just a futile dream.
Hell, it was already a miracle that he was still alive and breathing! Any other human would have died, there was no question about it.
