As if his strings had been cut, strength left his body. For an instant, his vision turned pitch black and when he came to; he was lying on the floor. He could not understand what had happened. It felt like a hot, metal rod was lodged in his stomach. The pain spread and made him violently expel the air in his lungs. A foot entered his vision that could only see the floor.
“Unfortunately, it seems you can’t call this a victory at all.”
He desperately raised his face and saw Succulent who was almost completely unharmed.
“’Fox Sleep’. It’s an illusion that I can activate after receiving an injury. It hurt, you know. You probably thought that you killed me, right?”
He moved his fingers and slowly traced a straight line across his waist. It was probably the path of Climb’s sword.
“Haa. Haa. Haa. Haa.”
His breaths were short and rough. Climb could feel the blood sprouting from his stomach stain his chain shirt and clothes alike.
—He was going to die.