The shadow jumped back, distancing himself from Arianne as soon as his attack was blocked.
However, in that moment, he failed to notice one critical detail.
Realization struck when he saw his hand, still clutching the dagger, slowly descending toward the ground under the force of gravity—cut into three sections. It felt as if time had slowed down for him. Soon, his mind caught up with the situation, and pain flooded his senses.
Right—Arianne swung her blade twice in an instant, and had severed his arm clean off at the shoulder!
Despite the agony, the man remained silent.
He didn't even let out a short scream!
"Hmm?" Arianne glanced at him, frowning.
She could see his sharp canines, way too long for a normal human. "You... aren't human?" she murmured.
"...!"
Her words seemed to trigger something in him, causing his body to twitch slightly—a small movement not born of the pain from his missing arm.
