How is this saying sorry? It's more like faith wanted me to die faster!
Loki wanted to leave without being seen, but it was too late as their eyes had already met. An ominous atmosphere engulfed the surroundings, making the already scary Dungeon more horrifying.
Grasping his dire situation, Loki instantly made the decision to turn around and run with all his might. However, before he could do all that, the image of the Fist of Slaughter blurred and disappeared, only to reappear right before him. Its right hand was preparing to launch a terrifying blow at him.
Fortunately, Loki had seen someone who had the same speed. Thereby, he managed to jump back to minimize the damage he would take instinctively. Furthermore, he placed both his hands and dagger on the way, ensuring his survival from the incoming assault.
The moment the fist moved, Loki greeted his teeth and bore himself, knowing it would be agonizing.
