Blood spurted from the wound, and the girl was sent flying.
Her whole body was wracked with pain, and she rolled on the ground roughly.
'Ahh…'
Her ears were ringing, and her vision had become blurred. She couldn't even form normal thoughts. Her mind was consumed by pain and the suffocating desire to not back down.
This was her trait—Unyielding Spirit—at work.
She gradually regained her senses, feeling the soothing comfort of her ability envelop her as she raised her head.
The automaton was already approaching, its steps slow and intimidating.
Hazel grunted, reaching for her weapon that was by her side.
She gripped the handle and tried to force herself up. Her ability was still activated, fueling her with more strength—or so she thought.
Suddenly, she collapsed. Like a puppet that had lost its strings, she felt her strength get sapped away.
'Wha…?'
