The golden tip of the weapon pierced her left shoulder without mercy.
"Aaaaargh!"
Sifrona screamed, her body jerking as Shir pushed in his S-Rank mana through the trident.
The foreign mana clashed violently with her own, attacking her core, disrupting her bloodline, burning through her nerves like acid.
Her breathing became ragged. But she didn't break.
She kept laughing in between her screams, her eyes still filled with mockery.
"Let me see how tough you really are. Demons might be able to scare regular mana practitioners. But in my eyes, you are nothing. Just clutters of negative emotions that developed consciousness. You were born from souls' waste and the waste will be your final destination."
Shir growled. His calm was slipping.
With a sharp movement, he stabbed again—this time into her right thigh.
Rippp!
