Aurea blinked.
"You lost-? They destroyed your dagger?!"
Zenon looked at her with tired eyes as confirmation. The adrenaline wearing off his body and the sudden piercing pain of the wound made him wince.
He looked at his hand, drenched in blood.
The attack wasn't even that fast. In fact, due to the distance, that… thing had to swing the scythe multiple times and managed to wound him by chance.
Somehow that forceless attack managed to completely rip off the Solis Vines' defenses. He could afford - to some extent - losing a weapon, but losing the Solis Vines meant remaining trapped.
Based on Kthali's suppositions about the seed of the stars, and the poetic Wyvern's Fate description, they needed both the Vines and a heart. If he were to lose this Carapace, perhaps there'd be no way out.
Confused and enraged, Zenon punched the wall in front of him, making his knuckles ache.
