"Enzo, be careful!"
Upon witnessing Clyde's imminent ambush, Freya's heart constricted, and she urgently called out a warning.
Yet, the alert seemed somewhat superfluous.
Enzo had anticipated the attack; with astonishing swiftness, he pivoted his spear, thrusting it backward. Clyde hadn't even approached closely enough to discern what was happening before a searing pain erupted in his chest.
In disbelief, he glanced down at his own torso.
The Flame Spear had pierced through, crimson blood gushing forth, and with each drop, his life force ebbed away.
"I…"
"No, I can't possibly die here…"
Clyde struggled to voice his thoughts, his eyes wide with astonishment and tinged with regret.
