Crescent Moon, Severed Hand
He stared toward the hole in the wall.
He didn't lower his guard.
Not even for a moment.
That kick had been powerful.
Powerful enough to send Fean through the wall.
But Victor knew better than to assume the battle was over.
Someone who had endured everything Fean had endured would not fall from one attack.
Sure enough—
The darkness beyond the ruined wall moved.
A figure emerged.
Fean.
He looked almost unchanged.
A few fresh wounds marked his face, and several bruises had appeared across his body, but his movements remained as terrifying as before.
Victor's smile disappeared.
His golden eyes sharpened.
Fean suddenly charged.
Just like at the beginning.
There was no warning.
No hesitation.
His body shot toward Victor with frightening speed.
Victor immediately adjusted his stance.
He was ready.
He had already seen this kind of charge countless times during the battle.
He would parry the incoming attack, redirect its force, and counter.
