As the hellish hoof descended towards his helpless head, a tugging came at Seth's arm that quickly dragged him out of the way, just before the hoof could splatter his brain across the ground.
The tugging in question didn't come from another person, not even a beast, dragging home out of the way. Instead it came from the dagger he had desperately kept within his grasp while he had been swung around like a living wrecking ball, never letting it slip from between his fingers as if his life depended on it.
As it turned out, it actually did depend on it. Go figure.
Controlled by Seth's spectral threads, the dagger, the [Kiss of Death], moved itself through the air like a sparrow and dragged Seth along with it like a rag doll. His body glided across the ground unnaturally before being lifted into the air by his hand and placed onto his feet, where he immediately winced in pain.
