Dragon Clouds City.
Under a shadowed roof, Nicholas lay on his side by a wooden barrel. His face was covered in grime and blood. He clenched his teeth and, with great difficulty, he extended a hand and snapped the arrow that had pierced through his thigh at the fletching. He gripped the bloody arrowhead and applied pressure on it.
"Sss!"
Cold sweat streamed down his forehead. The Star Killer still gritted his teeth without a word, shivering as he removed the arrowhead.
Nicholas exhaled a breath, tossed the arrowhead aside, and ripped a piece of cloth to bandage the wound.
It was the last arrow.
As for the two arrowheads remaining in him… Nicholas stared at his left arm and left leg—there were two unexpected, broken arrow shafts that only had a few inches left to them left in there.
The Star Killer tightened his fists with a vicious look in his eyes.
