The movement was so fast that Deon couldn't even follow it with his eyes. It was as if the skeletal commander had merged with the darkness that ruled over the labyrinth's corridors. If Deon hadn't moved slightly thanks to his Sixth Sense, he would have been sliced clean in two.
"Damn, I could've died just now," Deon muttered with a shiver.
Touching his abdomen, where blood had begun to drip down, Deon was relieved to find that the wound wasn't deep and that he was still able to fight. A moment ago, he had been hesitant, but now, he was determined to finish this battle once and for all.
"Pro… te… ct…"
This time, Deon didn't hesitate for a second before launching an assault on the Mausoleum Guardian.
Clang!
