The downpour was relentless.
With Scholar's miserable death, the hundred or so great river guards he had summoned all dissolved into rainwater. Half-kneeling on the ground, Xia Wen gasped for breath.
If not for Fireworks of Romance's domain supporting her, after forcibly activating her assassination domain for the second time in such a short period, her body would have shattered completely alongside Scholar's the instant her domain broke.
...But even so, her current condition was not much better.
"How is it? Are you alright?"
Slowly drifting over to Xia Wen, Fireworks of Romance—who had been flattened into a paper-thin person—first blew hard on her thumb to restore her body to normal, then stepped forward anxiously to support Xia Wen.
"Don't worry about me. Shut down your domain."
Xia Wen glanced up at Fireworks of Romance before frowning deeply.
"If this keeps going, are you trying to die?"
The other girl had already been in a worrying condition. Forcing open her domain again just now to cooperate with her had undoubtedly accelerated the spread of the Curse on her body.
Before, that tattoo had not yet climbed past her shoulder. But now, by Xia Wen's estimation, the hook-like tattoo had already reached her collarbone and was continuing to creep upward at a visible pace.
If she kept dragging things out, Xia Wen seriously suspected that she might put on a live performance of dropping dead right in front of her.
"Relax, it's fine. I saved a Trump Card for myself."
Waving a hand, Fireworks of Romance looked utterly unconcerned.
"You're in terrible shape right now. If I withdraw the domain now, even if you don't croak on the spot, you'll probably end up seriously injured and unconscious. That's when we'll both be done for. Instead of worrying about me, you should