Bam!
Marsha flinched when a thundering sound echoed from behind her.
It sounded gnarly, like something hand smashing into flesh with a sickening, thunderous crunch.
She turned to check and was greeted by a haunting sight.
Not too far away from her, the wolf headbutted Deklan from the side hard, causing the right side of his body to cave inward. His right arm was broken from the way his elbow sank in, and the blood bursting from his mouth showed that his insides were also in turmoil.
Perhaps some of his ribs broke and grazed his internal organs.
But regardless, the sight took Marsha's breath away.
"Young master!!"
[Warning: the host is in a critical state!]
Deklan blinked his eyes when a warning notice appeared.
His eyes burned red as the blood vessels in them exploded—and impaired his vision, but the flickering warning notice sparked his senses. Through the haze, he caught the illusion of a man walking away; he was hunched so badly it made him appear weak and frail.
Paul.
