A Dreadful Premonition

Just when the claw was about to rip Aven's head away from his body, severing it in a cold, cruel manner.

It suddenly froze in place, seemingly as though a kind of supreme law was holding it in place, although just for a breath of time.

For Aven, that breath of time is truly more than enough.

Without wasting any time, he did a slight evasive turn to his left hand side, before jumping backward.

Landing with his feet, he glanced at the ghastly entity who had his claws back in its place, and stood motionless just like before.

As though nothing weird had happened just now, if one was truly seeing this ghastly entity for the first time, one would truly think that it couldn't move and was nothing but a motionless entity that couldn't move at all.

But Avem knew that isn't the case, since he had almost got his neck severed away from his body, that was truly a close encounter with death.