Chapter 206: Hear Me

The pain of having his left side completely blown off did nothing to slow Alicarde down. There was no blood—only the swirling darkness of his Reaper's Vestments, shifting like a living shadow.

Yet, even through the agony, he felt a dark satisfaction. After all, he wasn't the only one suffering. Zagarath, despite his monstrous form, centuries of battle experience, and mastery of high-level magic, could only kill him so many times. The Strigoi had landed lethal blows in the double digits, but each time, Alicarde regenerated, rising again as if pain meant nothing to him.

For any other Undying, there would be a threshold—a limit to how much suffering they could endure before breaking. But this one… this wretched human-turned-Undying simply absorbed it, laughing as long as he could return the pain tenfold.