Jolnir froze. His body shivered immensely, head tremblingly tilting down as he looked at the dagger stabbing right in his heart. It pierced through his chest, entirely, visibly where a pool of blood began to ooze out.
It was something that wasn't beating anymore but nonetheless could feel an immense emotion deep inside.
Was it pain? Was it defeat? No. He wasn't in pain. He wasn't defeated... There was no way... He couldn't be defeated...
As Jolnir contemplated about his own life, a figure appeared from a distance.
Gin slowly turned around and faced the newly arrived person.
"Sorry for being late," Loid uttered with a small smile. Then he glanced over at what was behind Gin, stopping. He blinked then his eyes turned slightly wide as he looked back at Gin. "You don't need my help anymore, do you?"
A few seconds passed without Gin uttering a word.
Heaving in and out, he quietly began to walk up to Loid. "And the serpent?"