The Dawn Sword felt a sting on his right flank as if something had bitten him, but as he was wholly focused on escaping, with adrenaline coursing through his veins, the pain was not particularly intense.
Yet, after a few more steps when he reached to touch the spot, he felt a damp patch.
The Dawn Sword looked at his palm in front of his eyes, seeing the dark brown blood and also smelling a faint scent of bloodiness.
It was only then that the Dawn Sword realized he had been wounded.
At first, he was bewildered, but then he plunged into deep fear because he could not fathom how he had been hit.
Even though the wound wasn't large, the blood flowed unstoppably, as if it couldn't be contained.
With one hand pressing the wound and the other clutching the Iron Shield, the Dawn Sword looked in the direction of Ireya.
The next moment, he heard a girl's voice, "You've already lost, just admit defeat."
