How Did He Do That?

"What... What happened?"

The rain of ice shards finally ceased, and Varn was just about to relax when he heard Borris groan in pain. His eyes widened as dark blood splattered onto the floor in front of him.

Only then did Varn notice that Borris was actually injured—but how? He clearly saw that the ice shards hadn't been able to pierce his thick skin.

"Ugh... Cough... Damn it..."

"How can I miss it? How did you do that?"

Although Borris was reckless, he was never a careless guy.

With his acute vision and danger sense, he was nearly impossible to catch off-guard unless someone had absolute power over him.

But now, his senses were completely thrown off.

He didn't even realize how or when the sharp object got behind him, nor what it was. He only knew it was crimson because his blood was dark in color, and it couldn't be his.

"Does it matter? Do you now believe when I said I'd pluck your eyes out?"