"What the hell...?" Oskar muttered in disbelief, looking at Fog Hunter who was actively squirming on the ground, as if he had been overtaken by a deadly disease capable of killing in seconds.
Fog Hunter's body wriggled and shook, his claws scraping on the ground as if trying to cope with the pain that was developing inside his chest, growing stronger by the moment.
Plague Reaper, the one who had done this to Fog Hunter just watched as his victim wriggled in agony before his imminent death. His face remained the same emotionless and his posture didn't change.
He seemed to be showing that the fact that he had to attack was already too much of an honor for someone like Fog Hunter.
Soon, Fog Hunter stopped moving, his suffering coming to an end. After his death, his skin became considerably paler, and his lean and muscular body dried up a lot, becoming weak and useless.
