Ah... Fantastic.
Truly, what a gorgeous, breathtaking view.
If you are wondering what magnificent sight I was currently admiring, it was the sight of a beautiful, gleaming silver blade sticking directly out of the middle of my own chest.
Yep. That's my "noble" blood dripping down the fuller. Cool, neat and awesome.
Fucking trash-tier, piece of dog-shit luck.
Seriously, if my life was a web novel, the author would have been hated in the comments, mass-reported, and permanently banned from the platform for terrible writing. What kind of shitty story drops a main character into a new place just to have their own observer stab them?
The destruction around us was total.
The old, frozen ruins of the square were completely shattered, broken apart by the force of the fight we had just finished. Giant pillars of ice were snapped in half, and the ground was a wrecked crater. Dark, black smoke from my Soul Flame was still swirling in the air, hissing as it mixed with the heavy frost.
