Raviel instinctively conjured a black shield in front of him while retreating. However, Ghislain’s blade moved just a fraction faster.

Slash!

“Guh!”

A deep cut appeared across Raviel’s chest, blood spurting from the wound. Though it didn’t completely split him open, the injury was severe enough to expose bone.

Raviel stumbled backward, his expression twisted in pain. He only stopped once he felt he had put enough distance between them.

“How are you still alive?!”

The attack he unleashed had consumed the lifeforce of the Crusaders, amplified with his own power. Any ordinary knight would have been reduced to ashes …