Garos found himself caught off guard.
An unusual quality in his opponent's mana disrupted Garos's ability to instantly heal his injuries. This perplexing effect persisted despite the fact that the mana wielded by the opponent was of a lower rank than his own.
For the very first time since his ascent to S-Rank, Garos experienced a profound sense of helplessness and fear of life. Garos felt that his Sage-level body was useless. Beelzebubs had already devoured his missing arm.
And there was no way for him to fix it even if we were to use a healing spell. It was as if being with one arm was his new reality and the concept of having two arms for a human did not exist for him anymore.
With his lone functioning hand, Garos desperately applied pressure to the wound on his neck, endeavoring to stem the profuse bleeding. He conceded that he'd never encountered such a life-threatening situation, not even during his early days as a Novice Ranker.
