บท 1421: Victory And Trauma

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CLASH!

"Hahh… Hahh… Hahh…"

Allan felt his heart beating faster and faster.

His breath was unstable, his eyes were growing mad in both wrath and fear.

CLASH! CLASH!

The sound of his blade clashing against an even stronger one echoed across a dark, empty castle.

He felt his blood boiling, his body covered on wounds, cursed wounds.

Allan was bleeding and slowly dying, his wounds were not regenerating no matter how hard he tried to heal them.

"Hahh… Hahhh…!"

He was gasping for air heavier and heavier, as the giant in front of him relentlessly swung their massive sword.

"Is this everything the humans have to offer?"

His voice reverberated and thundered across the castle.

Allan froze, sweating all over, bleeding, dying.

His eyes opened wide.

"Pathetic."