Ramiel wiped his eyes with the back of hand, removing the excess green blood. It was literally everywhere. The viscous and hot liquid entered every possible nook and cranny of his body.
The former hunter hadn't expected the Hobgoblin's head to explode under a single blow. Sure, he put all his soul and skill into the final blow, but the effect still surprised him.
This was especially evident from the sincere shock and disbelief that appeared deep in the irises.
The great victory, however, came at a high price. The man's left glove didn't survive the test of strength. Immediately after the execution, it turned to snowflakes as black as night, revealing third-degree frostbite all the way up to the wrist.
