The instant the shield shattered, Maxwell felt death rush toward him.
Not danger.
Not pressure.
Death.
A crimson flash appeared directly before his throat.
Too fast.
Far too fast.
His newly sharpened senses barely managed to follow it.
The dagger carried no sound at all as it pierced through the darkness toward his neck. Even the surrounding air did not react properly. It was like the attack itself did not belong to the world around him.
Maxwell's pupils shrank violently.
His body moved instinctively.
He twisted sideways desperately while forcing dragon mana across his skin.
Clang!!!
The crimson dagger scraped across his scaled neck.
Blood exploded outward.
Pain erupted instantly.
Maxwell stumbled backward heavily.
The old master shouted.
"Do not stop moving!"
Another crimson flash appeared immediately afterward.
Tak!
A second dagger flew toward Maxwell's eye.
He barely tilted his head in time.
