Battle in Underground Dungeon (3)

Hearing the dull sound of the sword hitting the ground behind her and the crisp crack of bone, Astrid tilted her head slightly, her eyes flashing.

The warm breath lingering on her neck reminded her of what had just happened.

The clawed dark spirit that had tried to sneak up on her was now pinned to the ground by Lyra's sword.

In the chaos, Astrid had been accidentally injured by the creature.

Reaching up to cover the wound, she felt her palm grow damp.

Bright red blood seeped through her fingers, stark against her porcelain-white skin.

Fortunately, the cut was shallow, only grazing the surface and missing any vital arteries.

Had it been deeper, she wouldn't be standing there now, let alone able to press her hand to the injury.

"Your Highness, Astrid!"

Seeing this, Lyra rushed forward, her face pale with panic.

Her hand instinctively reached for Astrid's slender neck but froze just before touching her skin.