The moment Haruki's body recovered, dozens of bloody lances fell upon him. A cascade of red blotted out the sky as they penetrated his body, ripped apart his flesh, tore his muscles and crushed his bones into dust.
"Argghh!" Haruki screamed like a wild beast.
His disassembled corpse spread across the sands while small black tendrils of negative energy grew from his limbs, extending to join once again. However, it seemed the effect of the medicine couldn't restore his previous figure.
The monstrous male was replaced with a feeble and trembling Haruki in his original form.
"Impossible... I cannot lose... The goddess's magic should have destroyed Erika. How?"
He coughed up foul black goo, which seemed to have replaced his blood, a sticky tar almost as if his body were filled with cancer.
However, Erika stepped towards his frail body. Her eyes observed the disgusting and weak Haruki. She knew well his eyes were dull and his lips dry and cracked.
