Chapter 292: Promise (cont.)

Certain Death was now half-reclining on the ground, her back against a broken wall.

The iron arrow Aya had fired had pierced through her abdomen, its tip completely buried in the earth.

Though she said it hurt, Certain Death's expression was unusually calm. Her hands lay flat at her sides, with her cross war scythe beside her.

She looked just like a doll nailed to a cabinet—if not for the large pool of blood beneath her abdomen.

"Alright, I'm pulling it out." Aya grabbed the shaft and gave it a sharp tug, pulling the iron arrow free.

Certain Death's hands abruptly clenched, and her brow furrowed.

"The pain broke through the limits of your 'Blessing'?"

"A little..." Certain Death struggled to her feet.

Despite suffering such a severe wound, she could still stand. Aya could not help but secretly admire the girl's formidable willpower.

No, it was not merely a matter of willpower. A normal person who had lost that much blood would probably have already lost consciousness and fainted.

An average adult had over four thousand milliliters of blood in their body, while a girl of Certain Death's build would have even less.

Yet now, everything below her abdomen had been dyed red by her own blood, making it seem as though she were wearing a scarlet gown.

There was even a gap in the middle of that gown, which made things even more horrifying—Certain Death's abdomen had been pierced through. When Aya pulled out the arrow, she had even worried that it might tear out her internal organs.

Now, it seemed her concern had been unnecessary. The girl's vitality was at least very strong, and Aya had also avoided her heart and head.

Aya returned the iron arrow to her inventory. That iron arrow was itself part of