The Battle (3)

But when Seth blinked, the silver-haired man a distance away in front of him was no longer in place.

"What? Not good," Seth muttered with slightly furrowed brows.

The red-haired man was flapping his inky black wings in the same position, and he immediately wanted to retract all those fine needles that were previously attacking Caius to protect himself in a protective circle. But before he could do so, he felt a chillingly cold and sharp touch from behind. It was so exceptionally cold that he felt numb for a moment. His wings were about to fail in their function due to the shock he received.

There was a hiss, a tear, and then a muffled cry of pain.

Red blood splattered down the sky like a small drizzle.