CHAPTER 140
"Kuk. Cough… kuk…"
Van's body twitched involuntarily as a broken whimper escaped his throat.
Crimson blood continued to gush from his mouth and nose, pooling on the floor beneath his frame, which remained plastered against the wall, hovering a few inches above the ground.
His arms were outstretched to either side, pinned against the masonry as if he had been nailed there, his head hanging low in a state of complete exhaustion.
The mechanical gauntlet that had been his only line of defense groaned one last time before crumbling into a pile of useless metallic scraps on the floor.
It was painfully clear that he would no longer be able to inflict any harm whatsoever in his current debilitating condition.
"Hm. You are remarkably resilient to still be alive," Bryce muttered, a look of mild annoyance crossing his features as he noted the occasional, pained twitches from Van's body.
