"Kill them all."
Those were the words the dark elf grand magus uttered before he flew into the sky and returned back to the elven warship.
Meanwhile, Emery was kneeling on the ground. Blood gushed out of the visible hole in his chest, as he gave his all to maintain his hazy consciousness, trying his best to stay alive from the grievous wound.
With just one spell from the mighty figure, his heart was pierced and his life hung by a thread.
If it wasn't for the existence of his innate skill [Undecaying Flesh], which immediately kicked off the moment it perceived the loss of its owner's life, Emery would have died already.
But it was still not enough. Not with his heart crushed entirely.
Emery quickly found his surrounding area gradually blurring, while buzzing sounds swarmed his brain as his hearing was impaired.
