Helgenique's neck was completely severed, his head flying sideways.

And Ghislain, who had swung the sword—

“Urgh!”

Crack! Thud! Boom!

A grotesque sound of something twisting and bursting followed as Ghislain was flung backward, losing his grip on the sword.

Even for a fleeting moment, his body had failed to endure the overwhelming power, resulting in severe strain.

“Ghislain.”

Julien quickly moved back to catch him. Blood surged from Ghislain’s mouth, spilling over uncontrollably.

“Did we… get him?”

Lowering Ghislain gently to the ground, Julien turned his gaze.

“He’s… still alive. Barely.”

Helgenique’s body thrashed about, caught in a storm …