With a swift and brutal motion, Nerathiel delivered a powerful kick to Seojun's back. The impact was like a sledgehammer slamming into him, sending him hurtling through the air.
He flew several meters, the wind knocked out of him, and crashed hard against the ground. Pain shot through his body, but he forced himself to roll with the momentum. Using his scythe, he stabbed it into the ground to halt his tumble. He came to a stop, dropping to one knee and coughing up blood. His breathing was ragged, and his body ached all over.
'Goddess Zyraena's blessing isn't working', he thought, wiping the blood from his lips. 'Damn, what's going on?'
Nerathiel's cold, mocking voice rang out across the barren battlefield. "You're the only human able to survive my kick, You make me excited." he said, his tone a mix of amusement and disdain.
He struggled to his feet, forcing his body to stand despite the pain radiating through him.
