The dagger dug into her neck, drawing blood. I brought my hand back, and with a wide smile, I slashed the dagger at her neck.
To my surprise, her body reacted on instinct, forming a diamond-skin barrier and blocking the dagger from piercing her neck. The dagger had shattered to boot.
That was the only courtesy I had been planning to give her. I didn't care much for her life, as in the end, she's just fuel to make Amon stronger.
After all, what better way to turn someone to demon kind's side than to kill their lover in front of them?
So with that in mind, I raised my hand and channeled some energy into it. No matter how strong she was, I'd cut her in two.
Yet as my hand neared her head, I suddenly felt a strange force pulling me back. I glanced over to Amon, and it was most definitely not him. I then glanced at the Sword Saint. She seemed to be twitching and moving a little more than the others, but it wasn't her either.
So who...?
