Chapter 192 Innas Plight 1 (1/2)

Then, when she closed her eyes, she realized what it was.

She sensed the shape of a small dagger that was coated with a heavy layer of magical particles which Garnel seemed to be gripping.

And so, it didn't take a genius to guess what he did.

Probably from the brief chance she gave him when she distanced herself from him, he got the dagger from his pouch and quickly casted an invisibility spell without her notice. So, when she charged towards him, he pretended to block the attack but in actuality, his other hand already had the dagger pointed towards her, stabbing her in the process.

”God fucking dammit.”

Opening her eyes, she gritted her teeth in both from pain and frustration. She thought she'd be okay given that she'd trained for months on both proper combat and magic. And along with the addition of her body's really high skill in combat and the fact that she had her 'other' state, she felt confident that Garnel would never be able to touch her.

But to think that she'd be stabbed that easily.

Well, she wouldn't have been damned stabbed if it wasn't for the blasting headache she's having.

It made her senses and mind shift their focus from the ongoing fight towards the pain instead.

And now, as Inna clutched her stomach to try and stop the bleeding, her mind and senses shifted themselves towards a new kind of pain.

She cursed again and again under her breath as she felt the sharp pain every time she breathed.

That motherfucker with his dirty little tricks...

Freeling her frustration skyrocketing, she glared at Garnel with intense hatred in her eyes.

Yet despite being faced with such an expression, Garnel simply chuckled as he harshly withdrew the dagger.

”Hey, all's fair in a duel as long as the opponent is down.”

Still unrelenting to withdraw her intense glare, Inna held in a scream as her legs gave out from the pain and shock.

She wasn't able to hear Raghnall's screams of panic behind her as she tried to support her weakening body with only one hand. With her hands slowly weakening from the lack of blood, she tried to hold back her own panic as she felt the pressure she placed on her wound starting to lighten. Then, with her hand now powerless to stop it, the blood starting to slowly flow down her stomach, showing a ghastly red trail on her clothes.

As she stared helplessly at the blood spreading to the roses on her robes, Inna's whole body started to lose its heat. Her face became as pale as paper and her vision started to get blurry.

Then, she vaguely felt Raghnall's arms around her and she wanted to press herself against him for warmth. But for some reason, her body wouldn't move.

”Why are you still alive?”

Suddenly, she heard a crazed grating voice of a woman inside her head that kept speaking to her. The tone used as she spoke was one filled with hatred as though Inna was the sole reason why she was suffering.

”You--! If only you weren't born!!”

Blinking her eyes rapidly, visions of a poorly lit stone chamber suddenly flashed before Inna's eyes. And the voice started to get louder.

”WHY?! WHY?! YOU RUINED IT ALL! JUST WHY?! WHY ARE YOU--”

Inna suddenly felt like she had the wind suddenly knocked out of her as she gasped loudly. Then, in an instant, her whole body became as cold as ice as that familiar feeling of her thoughts draining into nothingness took over her.