174 Brink Of Despair (1/2)

He didn't make it in time, the spear was swung straight down, and passed through the Area where Master Sylvia's head had been, however, right before it cut through it, Master Sylvia vanished

She shadow stepped away towards the edge. But even with this, John didn't feel relieved. She was heavily wounded and needed healing.

Instead of the girl attacking John, she prioritised Master Sylvia and leapt straight at her

Without waiting for the cooldown, he cast Fulgurationem again

[Fulgurationem]

As his hair rose, he began to rush towards Master Sylvia, he was slightly faster than the girl but she had a head-start

But before she reached her, Master sylvia's eyes seemed to have lost life and she fell backwards from the Arena into the pit.

Right before falling she fell, John saw a smile formed on his master's face, as if she was content or satisfied with how her life ended. She also seemed to have said something, but john couldn't hear it from where he was at.

Seeing this, John dropped to his knees and stared at the before he muttered with a broken down voice

”Mas...ter?”

Tears began to form in his eyes as he felt blooming a seething anger

”Master…? You're… joking… right? Tell me this is all part of the plan… Tell me you're going to teleport back any second so i can heal you...”

John tried casting deprehendre, but there was nothing. Master's presence was gone the moment she fell off.

As he stared down at the neverending abyss, with anger displayed all over is his face, he began punching the floor over and over and over again in anger, his hand started to bleed and his vision was becoming blurry from all the tears

”Damn it… Damn it… Damn it… IT'S ALL MY FAULT!!” John shouted

Serena

Before he could punch the ground again, he suddenly felt a rush of pain through it and lost all sensations over it. It was as if there was something biting his arm from the inside out on the spot where it once was.

As he looked over to see what had happened, he noticed that his arm was on the ground, half of it had been cut off his shoulder.

Blood was madly pouring out of the wound and he was starting to feel lightheaded.

But despite that, despite all the pain, he didn't let out a single cry of pain. The gush of blood began to slow down as air around him got darker and thinner

John kept his head hung low as the girl stood beside him, before darkness began to cloud his eyes.

She had not only cut off his arm but now planned to finish him off, just like she did to master. When this thought came to mind, John lost control.

As the girl swung her spear down to cut off his head, It suddenly stopped, right before it reached John's neck. It was stuck to something.

”It's my fault… That's why…”

With his head hung down, John slowly rose up, as he raised his face, she could see it. Cold, lifeless, hollow eyes which was filled to the brim with darkness.

The air around them got heavier, so heavy that the ground began to crack.

John's hair turned a pure pitch-black colour as dark magic began to ooze out of him. Blood stopped coming out of the wound along with a little bit of steam