Pindo was sent flying backward, crashing into a massive rock wall and leaving a broad splash of blood across it before hitting the ground heavily, his body visibly twitching.
Yet he still struggled to his feet on one knee, clutching his waist as he glared viciously toward Mordred, who crackled with crimson lightning. He panted heavily.
A huge gash had been carved into his waist, as though his entire body were about to be split in two.
"Urgh... ngh—"
The searing pain did not make Pindo cry out. What truly tormented him was Mordred, standing there before him.
The price of the massive wound at Pindo's waist was the bloody hole in Mordred's abdomen.
Blood poured violently from the hole, through which one could see the scenery behind her, streaming down Mordred's silver-and-red armor and onto the ground.
The injuries the two Knights of the Round Table had inflicted upon each other were evenly matched.
"Urgh..." A feeling of weakness washed over Mordred, and her body involuntarily sank as she dropped to one knee, just like Pindo. The crimson lightning around her flickered in and out, while her scarlet pupils trembled. It was impossible to tell whether they were red because of Rampage's Blessing or for the same reason as Pindo's.
"Even one as noble as you... has fallen this far, Mordred?" Pindo's shifting internal organs could be seen through the wound at his waist, but pain of this degree was nothing compared to comrades killing one another.
"This time, I just wanted to stand more firmly by my father's side, Uncle Pindo. Urgh—"
Buzz—
Mordred did not look at Pindo. Or rather, she did not dare look at the expression on his face right now.
Her magical energy began to surge once more. Even wilder magical energy crawled over