The Blood-Weeping Ridge priest looked down from above at Kairils, who knelt on one knee.
He clamped one hand over the wound in his chest, his gaze vicious beyond measure:
"If you hadn't stabbed me..."
"What I fired at you just now wouldn't have been a measly two Blood Spikes!"
The priest's gaze swept over Kairils like a venomous snake, then flicked toward Ma Lou nearby as he gave a disdainful sneer:
"You don't even have the strength to stand anymore, do you?"
"Whether you're Winterhold's genius or that meddling peasant... neither of you is leaving this Wasteland alive today!"
The Blood-Weeping Ridge priest had no intention of wasting any more words.
The longer he delayed, the more things could go wrong. All he wanted now was to wipe out this grave threat for good!
He abruptly raised the Eyeball Staff and became a streak of dark red light, charging straight at the kneeling Kairils!
"Die!! You hound of a false god!!"
Yet, faced with this inescapable killing blow...
Kairils, whose head had been bowed, suddenly curled his bloodstained, despairing face into a chilling sneer!
Kairils snapped his head up. Not a trace of exhausted weakness remained in his ice-blue eyes.
In its place was utter coldness and mockery!
"Haven't you ever heard..."
Kairils's voice was no longer hoarse. Instead, it carried the authority to pass judgment on all things:
"Never... underestimate your enemy?"
"You people from Blood-Weeping Ridge taught me that lesson yourselves today!"
"What?!"
The Blood-Weeping Ridge priest's heart lurched, and an overwhelming sense of danger instantly surged through him!
Was Kairils pretending to be weak?
Had he been putting on an act ever since that refugee carried him away?
Clearly, no one was going to answer the doubts in the Blood-Weeping Ridge priest's mind.
What answered him