Blood splashed across the shattered stone ground. The severed arm rolled twice before finally crashing into a pile of discarded trash, while fire attribute mana from the Crimson Flame Fang still clung to the wound, producing a faint sizzling sound as it continued to burn.
Evelyn stared at the familiar figure standing between her and the attackers. Her grip on Night Raven loosened slightly.
Victor's broad, muscular back stood between her and the four men, and for the first time since the ambush began, she felt a sense of relief wash over her.
The young man who had caught Night Raven between two fingers moments earlier had already retreated several meters. His left arm was completely gone below the shoulder, and the calm expression that suggested everything was within his expectations had vanished.
The other three stopped attacking as well. They stared at Victor, unable to understand how he had appeared here so fast.
