Novel & Cerita Redo Of Healer Blade Death

Kirou didn't say anything as he waited for Blade Fiend to reveal the other method, all while paying attention to lycan creeping up behind him. "As for the other method..." Blade Fiend started before giving his party members a signal. They immediately raised their weapons and started approaching Kirou from all sides. Blade Fiend then revealed a disgusting smile that didn't fit well with his lycan body before he rushed at Kirou and continued, "Is to kill the original player and the loot rights will be transferred to his killers."

The look of a man who loved his masterpiece. I looked at him, and for the first time, I didn't see a shield. I saw the killer who had signed my brother’s death warrant twenty years ago and was currently holding his leash. My hand moved beneath the silk robe. The Phantom Blade—the titanium needle I had retrieved from the nursery chair—slipped between my fingers. One strike. The jugular. Damian leaned down, his cold hand reaching for my forehead to check the fever he thought was just a symptom of his child. He was vulnerable. He was close.

she says, looking at Kaelen. Without hesitation, he reaches out, palm open. The blade slices cleanly across his hand. Crimson drips into the bowl, swirling into the moonlit water until it darkens, alive with a strange shimmer. Then the healer looks at me. “Your will must meet his.” She hands me the blade. I stare at it for a moment — the reflection of the red moon glinting along its edge. I press it to my palm and drag it across the skin. Pain blooms, sharp and fleeting, but it’s nothing compared to the fire already inside me.

Cedric shakes the sword loose, and blood drips down from the blade unto the floor. He raises the blade. “Tell me,” he hisses, a sudden and violent malice taking over his features and twisting them into something vile. He raises the blade, this time to hover over Brendan’s shoulder blade, poised to, upon its descent, sever the limb entirely from the lord’s body. He’s done it before, a time or two. With the Gifted healer, who follows Cedric’s commands, severed limbs, too, are not a barrier to keeping him alive.

Still, I kept moving, planning to stop only when Eira was well, I defended the healer from the armies. My men fought along sides with me, but I was losing them at a rapid speed. Our swords clinked, but soon after, I noticed all my men were lying dead on the floor. Leaving me alone with them, they were persistent. And soon their sword Is piercing through my body. My blood dripped, and I could feel my strength waning by the second. I looked to see the healer about to give Eira a drink, probably the flower mix. Relief flooded through me. However, it was only for a few seconds because, like a shocker, one of the dead guards came up from underneath the healer and struck him dead.

I cried. The panic had really set in now, if I couldn’t heal her then she would die and the amulet would have been given up for nothing! She couldn’t die, I had to do something! “This is an Angel blade!” Raziel snarled. I looked up at him with wide eyes. “We can’t heal a wound created from this.” Raphael chimed in. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. What should I do? How can I save her?” I shouted. I was grasping at literally anything I could at this point. I was desperate.

Because the blade was too sharp, after a while, Zoe Lydia saw his blood slowly coming out of the wound, as if it was soaked in ink. "I, you..." Zoe Lydia opened his mouth and wanted to speak. But as soon as he opened his mouth, blood gushed out of his throat. He wanted to say, "Why don't you do things according to the rules? If you say there's a grudge, at least you have to tell me. If you don't say anything, you can do it. It's too rude." Unfortunately, he had no chance to say these words again. Eight Desolate God-Terminator Halberd suddenly twisted, and Zoe Lydia's body instantly exploded into a mass of flesh and blood.

The three of them looked at each other for explanation but none of them understood what was going on. “Now, in order to successfully kill me. Someone who was born on a night of a full moon eclipse, needs to drive this knife through my heart! I couldn’t destroy the damned knife, so I altered the spell. I couldn’t bear to leave this lethal weapon out in the world that would kill me. Did I forget to mention that?” he growled angrily. He stood up quickly and pulled the knife out. As they watched in surprise, his wounds began to heal.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Bandages soaked through, his breathing shallow and uneven. And suddenly— The memory hit again. The blade. The moment. The control. My stomach twisted. I did this. Kael’s hand clenched at his side. “You’re not losing him,” he said. It wasn’t a plea. It was a refusal. “You don’t get to lose him.” No one answered. Because no one could promise that. The healer’s movements grew faster. More urgent. “His heartbeat’s weakening—!” “Hold him—!” The room tightened.