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Whoosh!
The black hole that devoured Hraesvelgr’s upper body vanished without a trace, and Se-Hoon, who had been pulled skyward by the black hole, began to plummet.
I don’t have any more strength…
Already exhausted, his use of the Demonic Blood Art had drained the last of his energy.
I guess whatever happens, happens.
A wave of fatigue washed over his entire body. He had been musing over how he would minimize the impact of landing, but in the end, he decided to let go completely.
In his current state, such a fall wouldn’t kill him anyway. He closed his eyes, resigning himself to the rough landing approaching at a terrifying speed.
Swish!
But just before he crashed, dark blue blood surged up from the ground, cushioning his fall smoothly. The soft cushiony feeling of a sofa surprised him.
Benjamin approached.
“Are you alright?”
“Ah, yes. I seem to have no major injuries.”
“…”
Despite Se-Hoon’s reassurance, the subtle, concerned expression on Benjamin that was directed downward didn’t disappear. Following his gaze, Se-Hoon also looked down.
“Oh.”
There was a pitch-black sword jutting out of his abdomen.
Realizing that his condition was far from fine, Se-Hoon smiled awkwardly.
“Hold on a moment.”
Snap!
With a light snap of his fingers, the sword shook and slid cleanly out through his back.
Woong-
Now hovering before him, the sleek, black sword began to crack and splinter, likely because the Demonic Blood Art had run its course.
Hmm… this turned out pretty fine, Se-Hoon thought, scrutinizing it closely.
He lightly flicked its cracked blade with his fingers.
Crack!
The brittle fragments fell away like a shattered...
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