Situation

Krosos collapsed to the ground, covering the wound in his abdomen with his left hand while his right hand scraped against the ground, dragging himself away from the approaching Duncan.

Bright red blood kept pouring from his abdomen. Having lost too much blood, Krosos's face had already turned pale.

However, because of the Mist Forest's unique environment, the blood flowing from Krosos's body vanished the instant it dripped onto the ground. Meanwhile, the White Fog around him took on a faint tinge of red.

Watching Krosos struggle on the ground, Duncan's face was filled with viciousness. He tightened his grip on the silver Longsword and suddenly hacked at Krosos.

Smack!!

It was the sound of the Longsword colliding with the ground. Krosos, who was lying on the ground, rolled forcefully and dodged Duncan's Longsword.

Bang!

Before Krosos, who was still rolling, had time to assess the situation, Duncan had already kicked him. Unable to dodge, Krosos was sent flying and rolled several times across the ground. The impact caused a large amount of blood to spray from his abdominal wound and scatter into the White Fog.

The wound in his abdomen tore open from the fresh impact, and blood gushed out even more violently.

Krosos, lying on the ground, barely managed to prop himself up with his right hand. He leaned against a nearby tree and gasped for breath, his face growing paler by the moment.

"I never thought... it would turn out like this!!" Krosos looked at the approaching Duncan with despair in his eyes. This situation was already a dead end.

"Krosos, if you want someone to blame, blame yourself for trusting people too easily!"

Duncan looked at Krosos, whom he had kicked away, and spoke with a hideous grin.

Seeing that Krosos had completely lost the power