Under Bell was a vast patch of coagulated dark red bloodstains. Beneath his shattered noble attire, his skin was marked with cracks and scorch marks caused by energy backlash, as if it would shatter completely with a touch.
His only remaining left eye was weakly half-open, the pupil unfocused, reflecting Samuel's blood-stained yet gleeful and cruel young visage.
The blood hole left on his forehead from the torn-out vertical pupil continued to slowly seep thick fluid.
Bell's lips slightly moved as if trying to say something, but only a gush of filthy blood mixed with fragments of internal organs spewed forth.
The hatred in his eyes burned like a candle in the wind, weak yet stubbornly persistent.
"Farewell, Bell." Samuel's face twisted into a grim smile of relief at the imminent fulfillment of his long-held wish, as he used all his force to stab down fiercely.
