Ernan's tense mood eased slightly when he suddenly found that he had lost control of his body and fell straight into the ruins.
What's going on?
Ernan couldn't figure it out, but soon a piercing pain spread from his ankle. A neat wound had unknowingly severed his tendons, and blood was gushing out uncontrollably.
After a brief moment of stupor, Ernan quickly rolled his body into a corner of the dust, enduring the excruciating pain, checking for any other fatal wounds on his body.
The collapse's impact masked the whizzing sound of the Flying Knife with its roaring crash, and the bruises from hitting debris had made Ernan overlook the initially weak pain.
Palmer wasn't dead; he was hiding around, trying to hunt him down.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
Ernan kept cursing. Now he was also dragged into the abyss of a slow death.
