The cold wind, filled with icy breath, surged in through the shattered car window. The hot blood gradually cooled down, and the chill felt like a cloth filled with sharp needles, harshly scrubbing over the body, scraping out large patches of blood.
Bologue sat on the chair, his hands resting on the sword hilt, head bowed forward. The demon's blood had soaked through his clothes and started to coagulate, causing discomfort throughout his body, not to mention the pain from numerous wounds.
Palmer held his injured leg, gritting his teeth in pain. Although Aimou had treated him, the severe injury left Palmer temporarily unable to move. In normal game calculations, Palmer's injury verdict would count as a failed dice roll.
Finally disposing of the Fear-Devouring Demon, the tense atmosphere welcomed a moment of relief, and everyone took this hard-earned pause to catch their breath and regroup.
