The clang of metal against stone filled the chamber as Lucas's arm was violently severed from his body. Blood sprayed from the wound, staining the walls and floor with a sickening shade of crimson. As he let out a primal scream of agony, his face twisted into a mask of pain and disbelief.
His screams echoed through the chamber, reverberating off the walls like a haunting symphony that filled the air with dread. I watched in satisfaction as his once-confident demeanor crumbled into one of anguish and defeat.
''Come on, I went through that too but I haven't screamed like a little bitch...'' I taunted him, relishing in his suffering.
''F-Fuck you,'' he spat back, his voice laced with anger and resentment.
Amidst the chaos, his hateful gaze locked onto me, burning with a fierce intensity that spoke of his undying defiance. Despite his agony, there was a steely resolve in his eyes.
In this moment, he was at my mercy and I held all the power.
As if to support my reign, the sound of the judge's hammer hitting wood receded throughout the room. Lucas and I turned to see the source, just in time for him to point his skeletal hand towards Lucas. The hammer continued to hit the table in an ominous rhythm.
Confusion crossed Lucas's face before being replaced by raw pain as a sword swung down from above and sliced off his ear.
He was lucky...apparently he just took out his ear instead of his head, hell even a foot would have been much better,
Lucas's breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving with exertion as he struggled to maintain his footing, confusion etched in his face as he put pressure on his ear with his only arm. Suddendly His gaze, once filled with defiance, now faltered, drifting downward to fixate on the ground beneath him.
That's it even he realised he had lost
With a swift and purposeful swing of my sword, I cleaved through the air, closing the distance between us in a lethal arc. But just as my blade neared its mark, Lucas's demeanor shifted, his expression contorting into one of almost manic determination.
In an instant, he whirled around, his movements fueled by a newfound intensity that bordered on possession. His mouth fell open, a blinding light erupting from within alongside the brilliance emanating from his eyes.
With a jolt, my eyes flew open and I was met with a sight that made me question my sanity. The image of my soul projection before me shattered like glass, leaving behind a sense of confusion and disbelief. Gone were the towering walls and menacing skeletons guarding it; instead, I was greeted by the vast expanse of blue sky above and a sea of lush green trees below.
This was impossible. It defied everything I had learned about soul projections from my novel. One's projection could only be destroyed by another projection, and as far as I knew, Lucas did not possess such abilities at this point in the story. Could facing death have triggered this unexpected development? But that didn't make sense either – when he had first gained control over his projection, he couldn't even overpower another one using light. His only advantage was a temporary boost in speed during fights or escapes.
Amidst the chaos in my mind, Baalkaroth's mocking laughter echoed through my thoughts. I wanted to demand an explanation, but there were more pressing matters at hand. Despite my confusion and the fact that my own projection had been forcefully blocked, I knew I had to fight on and end this battle. But how? There was no logical explanation for what had just transpired and honestly, the thought that he gained an ability I was unaware of scared me, noentheless I would be a fool not to end the fight.
His breath came in ragged gasps, each exhalation seeming to flicker with an almost fiery intensity. Whatever power he had invoked seemed to be taking its toll, draining him of his strength with each passing moment.
Sensing an opportunity, I lunged forward, my sword poised to strike. But before I could deliver the decisive blow, Lucas's eyes snapped upward, a fierce determination blazing within them. With a sudden surge of energy, he summoned whatever strength remained within him, backing away from my oncoming assault with an almost supernatural agility.
I fucking hate this game...
With a swift, fluid motion, Lucas crouched beside the fallen knight, his hand closing around the hilt of the sword that lay at the warrior's side. As he rose to his feet, he brandished the blade . With a menacing glare, he pointed the weapon towards me, his intent clear .
I met his gaze with a steely resolve of my own, taking a defensive stance as I prepared for his next move. My muscles tensed, my grip tightening around the hilt of my sword as I braced myself for the inevitable clash.
But before I could react, Lucas vanished from sight, his form disappearing into thin air once again. In the blink of an eye, he reappeared beside me, his sword arcing through the air with deadly precision.
With lightning reflexes, I deflected the blow. In the same motion, I whipped a dagger from my belt with my free hand, thrusting it towards his exposed side with lethal accuracy.
Lucas gasped in pain as the dagger found its mark, piercing his flesh with a sickening squelch. Despite his valiant efforts to evade the attack, he lacked the strength and arm to avoid my strike.
With a strangled cry, Lucas staggered backward, his grip on the sword faltering as he stumbled to regain his balance.
As Lucas staggered backward using his sprint once again , his movements grew more unsteady with each passing moment, he stumbled over a loose stone on the ground. With a startled cry, he lost his footing completely, his body pitching backward as he plummeted to the earth below.
As he collided with the ground, the force of the fall drove the dagger even deeper into his flesh, eliciting a guttural scream of agony from his lips.
For a moment, Lucas lay sprawled on the ground, the dirt and debris of the chamber floor clinging to his bloodied form. He clenched his teeth against the pain, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggled to push himself upright.
With a primal roar, Lucas stumbled forward, his vision swimming as he fought to maintain his balance. Each step was a struggle, every breath a battle .
Suddendly his grip on the sword loosened, and with a clatter, the blade fell from his grasp, landing with a dull thud against the ground. I watched, expecting him to reach out, perhaps summoning another weapon or preparing for another strike. But to my surprise, he raised his palm towards me instead.
Confusion clouded my mind as I tried to make sense of his actions. His palm opened, and I braced myself, unsure of what to expect. Suddenly, i could move no longer, no matter how much I tried.
My muscles seized, frozen in place as the energy coursed through my body.I couldn't even lift a finger to defend myself.
Lucas's eyes gleamed with triumph as he closed his hand, directing the force of his power towards me.
''thank you...'' he muttered , to whom was the madman speaking to?
I tried to muster a response, to break free from his hold, but it was futile.
Fear and confusion battled within me as I struggled to comprehend what was happening. How had Lucas acquired such a power?
Lucas darted forward, his movements fluid and precise. In an instant, he appeared before me, his sword slashing through the air with lethal intent. Time seemed to slow as the blade arced towards my stomach, threatening to cut me in two. I knew he had the strenght for that.
I tried to react, to defend myself, but the paralyzing energy still gripped me, leaving me helpless against the attack.