The pickaxe enshrouded in fire energy managed to radiate a faint crimson hue, resembling a shooting star gliding through the green mist. The tool—bestowed to harvest Energy Crystals yet now transmuted into a weapon—was on the verge of reaching its mark; a solitary breath remained before it kissed the defenseless skull, yet when Mel commenced coughing, it missed its trajectory, burying itself into his left shoulder.
Hot blood spewed forth, albeit not from the coveted target, and Mel, unsealing his eyes, seized the attacking thick-necked disciple by his right wrist. The assailant striving to yank his weapon back lacked the stamina to achieve this; despite executing three consecutive attempts, the pickaxe remained wedged within Mel's vessel.
"Don't flinch, Jum! We're going to slaughter this bastard today!"
