At last, his concentration had broken. Elijah couldn't understand it: this man was wounded to an extreme degree, yet he still fought with such tenacity. It seemed to him like a cornered animal.
In the end, he understood. Masson and he were the hunters, but their prey was cunning and insidious. They had been deceived from the very beginning, and because of that, one of them was now dead.
Uriel raised his arm with force. He wanted to strike the one area Elijah had left unprotected: his head. But even with his chest shattered and wounded, Elijah stepped aside quickly, raising his flaming sword. His counterattack came like lightning.
Fortunately, the same distance Elijah had needed to evade Uriel's first attack was also what saved Uriel at that moment. His right eye was cut by the blazing sword, but he didn't care. Far beyond the pain, there wasn't even an eye left to worry about.
