"Ugh!"
A sharp gasp escaped the man's lips as pain exploded through his body.
His face contorted in frustration, and his hand instinctively shot up to grip his shoulder, fingers digging into the torn fabric of his cloak.
Right now, he was pinned against the cold stone wall of a towering building, his body suspended several feet above the ground.
Blood gushed from the gaping wound in his chest, staining his dark robes as he struggled to move.
A long, gleaming golden spear had impaled him through his side, pinning him in place like an insect caught in a cruel display.
His breaths came in short, ragged bursts as he grasped the shaft of the weapon, trying to wrench it free—only for a sharp surge of pain to jolt through his body.
His fingers trembled as his strength began to wane.
A voice, dripping with amusement, cut through the night air.
"Tsk~ I actually missed. Sorry about that."
