"Sigh," Pannis sighed deeply, tilting his head to inspect the wound on his shoulder. The dagger of the female moribund was quite long, piercing straight through his shoulder from front to back; fortunately, it hadn't hit the bone, but it did hinder his arm's movement slightly. Letting go of the hand pressed against his wound, Pannis tightened his grip on the sword hilt and squinted, sneering, "You two have lasted much longer than Herr who's already dead. Is it because there are four people continuously supplying you with the Energy of Death? However, what will happen to them if you exhaust all that energy? I'm afraid it won't be easy for them. Heh, do they truly willingly sacrifice for you? It's doubtful. Aren't you the least bit worried they'll no longer wish to provide energy for you?"