Chapter 94 - The Ice Grave (1/2)

The last spike should have killed Evan, but instead it pierced the purple raven that had suddenly appeared. The spike easily pierced through the bird's body, its trajectory was altered, allowing Evan to remain alive.

Evan didn't understand what had just happened or the significance of the raven's actions, but he didn't have time to think about it. The one-eyed raven had given him a chance he wasn't going to miss.

Whoosh.

Evan pulled the spike sharply from his leg and it quickly became covered in a thick layer of ice. The young man threw the spike back at the monster with all his might and quickly sprinted toward it.

The monster sensed great danger from the amplified spike rushing toward it, so he decided to simply jump aside. Evan knew that his opponent would do so, so the snow-white scythe blade was already rushing toward the monster's head.

Whoosh.

Trying to defend itself, the monster moved its head away from the scythe, but it didn't help it. The snow-white blade plunged into the monster's neck, enough almost to completely freeze it.

The monster was already nearly unconscious, but Evan wasn't going to stop there. He swung his blade once more and plunged it into the other side of its neck. In the next moment, the ice covered the entire neck.

Bam.

Evan let go of his scythe and slammed his fist into the frozen neck with all his might. As a result, the monster's head flew off its body, and its neck was shattered into many pieces.

Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.

Evan was breathing heavily, this fight was hard for him. But he wasn't going to rest, he had to see what condition the raven was in.

The young man quickly ran up to the bird and muttered with annoyance on his face: ”Dead...”

He was sad that the creature that had saved his life couldn't save its own, but...

<А?>.

Suddenly Evan saw that the raven was breathing faintly.

<So he's alive, but... how do I help him?> Evan thought to himself looking at the dying raven.

On the one hand, this purple raven was the most ordinary bird and there was no point in putting much effort into saving it. Perhaps another man would have been glad to be alive and would have left the dying bird, but not Evan.

In his mind it didn't matter who had helped him: a human, a bird, an insect, or even a monster. The creature bleeding before his eyes had saved his life, which meant he would do his best to bring it back from the dead.

<Wait a minute, Demien said that human flesh and blood can make monsters stronger. Judging by its eye, that's an unusual bird. Hmm, there's a chance I might be able to save it that way.>

Evan didn`t think long and immediately began to act on his plan. He put the scythe on the ground, blade up, canceled the spell, and ran his palm over the razor-sharp blade.

A wide cut formed on his arm, but Evan didn't even flinch, and many icy shards fell to the ground.

He handed his bleeding hand to the bird's beak and clenched his palm into a fist.

Drop. Drop. Drop.

Crimson drops were falling slowly into the raven's beak while Evan was closely watching its condition. Unfortunately, this method had little or no effect.