After stabbing Tomaz, Angel, unable to see anything, did not relax immediately.
She pulled out the dagger with a backhand motion, waited a second, then thrust it in again along the same path. Accompanied by Tomaz's muffled groan, the attack accurately drove back into the original wound.
With the sound of something heavy hitting the ground, her pale retinas regained their function. The cellar lit up once more under Dark Vision. Before her, Tomaz lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. One hand covered the wound in his chest, the dagger having pierced straight through both his palm and heart. The fist in his other hand slowly loosened, and an exquisite pocket watch rolled onto the floor.
Clement was right. Without his weapon, this guy was like a complete rookie, with no combat ability at all...
Angel watched Tomaz twitch for a few moments before his entire body went limp, thinking to herself.
No, was I affected by the Sealed Artifact too? Why would I suddenly have such a careless thought?
Angel broke out in a cold sweat. She hurriedly tore off "2-031" from her right hand and stuffed it into her pocket.
As the Hand of Declaration left her body, her inflated confidence swiftly faded.
Fortunately, I had seen Rupert's miserable state and was able to snap out of the Sealed Artifact's negative effects so quickly... Angel still felt lingering fear. She approached Tomaz, crouched down, and pulled the dagger from his chest. The body whose heart had stopped did not spray blood high into the air like a living person would. Instead, dark red blood steadily flowed from the puncture wound.
Right, blood...
Angel remembered Bloodthirst, which she had tossed aside. Its bloody scent had already spread through the entire cellar. Holding it through a corner of