"Damn... it hurts like hell..." Merlin groaned softly, pain stabbing relentlessly at his head.
The world around him began to blur, and his breathing grew weak.
"You son of a bitch! How dare you destroy my weapon!?" The blond man shouted, stepping closer in fury.
But Merlin no longer had the strength to respond. His consciousness was slipping away.
"[Ding! The host body falls into crisis! Status: danger!]"
"[Ding! The host body falls into crisis! Status: danger!]"
"[Ding! Self-protection activated automatically!]"
Nolan heard the notifications, but his body remained immobile.
In the next instant, it felt as though an invisible hand was dragging his consciousness into a pitch-black abyss.
The blond man withdrew his hand, readying another attack—but a furious voice suddenly rang out from behind him.
"Damn it! How dare a lowly creature like you attack my young master!"
The man froze. A murderous intent, vast as an ocean, surged toward him, forcing him to dodge frantically.
