"Rydar…"
Rydar's face contorted in pain. His complexion paled, and his lips pressed into a thin line as he fought against the pain. Thick veins stood out on his temples, and he gritted his teeth, trying to suppress any sounds of pain.
More blood poured out like a faucet over his shoulders and drenched Elara. The warmth of it on her skin, the metallic tang of it filling her nostrils. Some of it splashed on her lips, and she could taste the saltiness of it.
His body fell completely over her, grunting. She froze at first, but the sight of a large piece of debris lodged in Rydar's back snapped her out of it. She screamed and shrieked in horror, desperately pushing against him to try and crawl out from under his weight.
He continued writhing on the floor with his blood pooling around the
