The Iliad’s Curse

- Frey Starlight's Pov -

My vision blurred as my body began to falter, the strain of reaching my limit weighing me down.

I was on the verge of being forcibly ejected from my Blood Form. When that happened, I'd have to endure the backlash that followed immediately after.

If that happened… I wouldn't be able to fight any longer.

"He's coming for me..."

Even after wounding him and severing one of his arms, Frost could still fight—especially now that he had reclaimed the Remshard.

What now?

The blood refused to stop.

It even seeped from the corners of my eyes.

Kneeling, drained, I was completely at his mercy.

Frost's gaze was colder than ever as he loomed over me, likely contemplating the best way to kill me.

I could feel his hatred from here, sharp and unfiltered.

"Not bad... You've proven you're not just a rat scurrying through fate."

He raised his spear before my face.