Yehu leaped to the side, his breath ragged. His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, but the shadow of the Grim Reaper was always present, like a tireless hunter. It appeared from the side, then vanished behind him, only to strike again from above, then below. Cold sweat drenched his forehead as every movement demanded perfect focus, as if even the slightest misstep could be his last.
Far ahead, a spinning black blade hurtled toward him, spinning with a speed nearly impossible for the eye to follow. The air roared, sliced apart by the sharp spinning blade that struck without mercy.
