Blood gushed from the sword wound in his abdomen, and pure ether was seeping out from the ruptured wound. If his body hadn't been highly etherealized, this injury would have been enough to take his life.
"The gap is much wider than I imagined."
Holt coughed painfully twice. Since advancing to a Defender, he had rarely suffered such severe injuries, and even similar high-intensity battles were few and far between.
"Well, I only got a slight advantage."
The Regent King's voice came from the front, as if something invisible was supporting him. He stood on a phantom ladder, hovering in mid-air.
Although Holt was seriously injured, the Regent King no longer appeared as composed as before. He raised his hand, and the clothing on his entire arm had disappeared. The exposed chalky white arm looked as if it had been slashed by a thousand blades, cracked like a dry riverbed, and dark, viscous blood slowly flowed out.
