I Become A Mob Character In A Novel

Chapter 26 - No.26 Rescue (3)

[Samael Ashwood's POV]

"DESTRUCTION'S DESCENT!"

Every fiber of my being screamed for mercy as my destruction affinity bloomed and enveloped the sword in its crimson embrace as I brought it down with all my might. The blade shimmered with a lethal glow, slicing through the air with an intensity fueled by my fury and desperation.

The armored figure's eyes widened in shock and fear as the sword connected with one of the death lines revealed by my Mystic Eyes. All the way top to bottom cut in equal half like a hot knife through the butter, the armored figure fell apart, his body cleaving cleanly into two as the power of my attack obliterated him.

A deafening silence followed, the clang of his falling armor echoing down the corridor. Blood and sparks flew, splattering the walls as his remains collapsed.

[Ding! Skill leveled up: Blood Rage (Lvl.2)]

[Ding! Skill leveled up: Swordsmanship (Lvl.3)]

For a moment, I stood there, panting heavily, my vision blurring from the strain of the abilities I had used. The pain from my severed hand was becoming unbearable, and my body felt like it was on the verge of collapsing.

"Liliana... we need to move," I gasped, my voice barely a whisper. The adrenaline was fading, and the pain and fatigue were becoming overwhelming.

Liliana's expression softened, the rage and intensity in her eyes dimming as she turned to me. "Samael, you're badly hurt. We need to get you out of here and find a way to stop the bleeding."

She hurried over, wrapping an arm around my waist to support me. Together, we started moving down the corridor, each step a struggle. The fortress was vast, and escaping it would be no easy task, especially now that I was wounded and our enemies were undoubtedly closing in.

"We need to find a safe place to regroup," I said, my voice strained. "Somewhere we can tend to my wound and come up with a plan."

Liliana nodded, her eyes scanning the corridor for any signs of danger. "This way," she said, leading us towards a side passage that branched off from the main corridor. "I remember seeing a storage room nearby. It should be relatively safe."

We stumbled into the storage room, Liliana quickly shutting and barricading the door behind us. The room was dimly lit and filled with crates and barrels, offering some cover and concealment. She guided me to a corner and gently lowered me to the ground.

"Stay still," she ordered, her voice firm but laced with worry. "I need to stop the bleeding."

She tore a strip of cloth from her sleeve and started to bandage my severed wrist. The pain was excruciating, but I clenched my teeth and endured it, knowing that we had no other choice.

"We can't stay here long," I said, wincing as she tightened the makeshift bandage. "They'll be

"Turn around," another guard ordered, gesturing for me to face the wall. I did as instructed, feeling the cold metal of their shackles once more encircle my wrists. With a click, they secured me in restraints, binding my hands behind my back.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked, my voice strained with both exhaustion and concern for Liliana.

"To your death! hahahahaha~"

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[To Be Continued]

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