Drip.
Blood trickled from the part of his neck where the blade touched.
Holding his breath to avoid being cut, Silver Wolf Sword felt cold sweat mix with the flowing blood, his body stiffening.
How did it come to this?
Forcing his trembling gaze downward, he looked at the woman before him.
The woman pointing a sword at his throat—
Namgung Bi-ah, the Sword Dancer.
Get rekt noob!
daamn
Good.