A burning pain spread from her lower back and front, causing her mind to reel—the feeling of something sharp digging through her muscles and intestines was, while uncomfortable, a familiar feeling.
Had...
Had she been stabbed?
Looking down, she found a sharp blade with an etching on its blade. And it was currently keeping her pinned to the stone pillar.
She winced, feeling it slide up her body, causing more of her blood to leak and spill out. She craned her head back creakily, staring into the dark eyes of the Puppeteer, who stared into her intensely.
What he had stabbed her with was not the scythe, but instead a blade that came out of his mechanical forearm.
She grimaced, finding it to have completely pierced through the lower part of her chestplate.
She knew what it was.
It was one of the tools that Thalrek had in his arms—this one allowing him to penetrate through almost every defence.
