'What the hell…?'
That was Velkin's first thought as her body slammed violently into the half-collapsed tower.
The impact cracked through the cement wall like dry clay and sent her crashing through the other side, rolling across the dusty rubble of what used to be the side wall.
She groaned, spitting blood as she forced her feet under her.
'I'm sure I killed him… my blade made contact.' Her hand trembled slightly as she lifted her cursed sword only to find that all that remained was the hilt.
The entire blade had been crushed like brittle bone.
'How scary.'
She reshaped the cursed mana in her hands and restored the blade back to its full length, exhaling shakily as she steadied her breath.
'Curses like me aren't supposed to feel fear.'
At least, that's what Nari had drilled into her.
The cursed had no room for hesitation, no instinct for retreat, and no softness left in their souls.
