Kneeling in front of Theo, his ghostly blade was still there in my chest, sending an unbearable cold feeling, like thousands of icy needles being driven into my heart all at once.
When he picked up my own sword to stab me with it, I thought it was the end, the essence had stopped responding to me, and my ability had stopped working.
The red lines on his face told of his bad state, apparently this ability wasn't easy to use, so there were some consequences to it... but for me, all that was left was a body that couldn't even move.
So, when he stabbed toward me, stating his apology like he really felt guilty, I didn't do anything... I couldn't do anything.
But the sharp edge stopped millimeters from my chest where a faint ethereal glow shone... its color was blue, and I recognized it immediately.
Theo obviously hadn't expected that, his eyes widened in realization and his mouth opened in disbelief, his voice hoarse and tired. "Fuck!"
