There was no more fighting spirit or madness incast in the eyes peering down on him.
What it contained in those cold, sunken eyes was indescribable disappointment and unfeeling murderous intent.
The crazy dog-like appearance disappeared, but the fear that Gallid felt did not. However, the taste of his fear had changed.
If what he felt before was the fear of being hunted down by a vicarious beast.
Now, he felt the verdict of an irresistible approaching death.
"G, Go away!"
Gallid squeezed his remaining bits of power and swung his fist.
It didn't reach Kieran. He avoided it lightly, as if all the blows he had taken from Gallid before was all but a joke. Kieran poked Gallid's eyes with two fingers.
"Aaaaaah!!! MY EYES!! MY EYES!!"
Gallid enfolded his eyes with his palms and screamed. As if it was not enough, he even rolled on the floor to ease his pain.
It was a plain disgrace that could not have been seen coming from a strong barbarian warrior like him.
"I can only sigh."
