Waran was not weak. He was a mid-level 30-elementalist. Even if it was just one hit, since he did his best, it was akin to being hit by a concentrated bomb.
Her body was already in extreme pain from that hit; it was as if she had been rammed by a speeding truck. She could barely breathe, and when she did, the pain exacerbated. She coughed once, and it was blood.
One hit, and she felt like her internal organs were already failing.
Her ears were ringing, like an eerie bell was sounded right next to her ears. Her eyes were getting blurry, the edge of her sight darkening a bit.
While she was in a daze like this, she saw her people run to her with desperate eyes, no longer caring whether they were getting hit by enemies.
She could only watch as they fell, their lives and deaths unknown.
She felt the grip on her neck tightening, and another hand about to lecherously touch her.
