Chapter 1663: Wounds

Chapter 1663: Wounds

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The old woman watched Ning fight 9 corpses, completely horrified the whole time that he would die. She expected the mark of death on his forehead to solidify itself at any moment and for him to be dealt the killing blow by one of the soldiers.

She was off to the side now, pulled away by a few of the villagers who had come to protect her. They were afraid she was going to be attacked.

"Go help that child," she said. "He will die if you don't do anything."

Her words came out haunting and yet not a single person there wanted to help them. Not a single person wanted to go against an Earl and have their entire village raided by the empire a few weeks later.

As bad as it was to do it, they averted their gaze.

"Why are you all just standing here? Go! He will die at this rate!" the old woman said, frantic at every word. And yet, no one moved.

"Grandma Usha. That's an Earl. We can't go against his order. He must've come here for a reason," one of the younger men surrounding her said.

"He said the girl is a criminal, mother Usha," another man said. "She must've done something bad."

The various other people began trying to make excuses to the old woman. The old woman realized at that moment that no one there was going to help the young man at all.

'He's going to die,' she thought. 'This is what I saw. That mark of death was for this, wasn't it?'

As she said those words, a familiar memory emerged in her mind. She remembered the time she had worked with the man in the past.

"You can see marks of death?" he had asked. "So you knew those bandits were going to die?"

"I knew they were going to die when you showed up," Usha said. "Their marks weren't as solid before you were here."

They had just finished killing a bunch of bandits that were hiding out in a forest camp. The man had a weird smile on his face.

"It's quite ironic that it happened when I arrived, isn't it?" he had asked.

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Ning heard the message from the system, saying something. But he couldn't focus on it due to the pain, nor could he read it, despite the blue hologram, nearly covering his entire vision. He tried to ignore the pain as his life itself was in danger at the moment. He looked before him next and barely managed to see the next flicker of the man coming toward him. Because he had moved from behind the hologram, the movement wasn't so clear to Ning.

The Earl wasn't fast at this moment. He couldn't use his power consecutively in burst and had to wait a few seconds in between. Thanks to that, Ning thought he had enough time to dodge.

But the pain had taken away most of his attention, and then the blue hologram had made it difficult to see the man's movement. So, even as he tried to dodge, the sword came for him, attacking right where he had been wounded just now.

The sword slashed and Ning felt himself get slightly lighter. The coldness he felt in his arm was unreal. As though time itself had frozen for him, he saw his left arm cut through entirely, falling lifeless to the side.

The Earl grinned at the sight and was about the return to attack when suddenly he heard a loud scream. His head turned instinctively to the sound and his eyes immediately saw the massive structure that had appeared at the back of the house.

He watched in sheer disbelief at a 20-meter-tall spike of ice that had grown out of the house, completely encasing the house itself within it.

He stared at the ice with a frown. Des' power hadn't been to create ice. So it had to be the girl. And she had created so much ice at once.

'Des...' the man thought, realizing that his subordinate had been caught in the ice. Was he okay? What had happened to him?

He heard movement and turned right as a spear came for his face. His feet moved at once, pushing him far to the back but his reflexes weren't fast enough to dodge the spear entirely. He slammed back onto his soldiers, who dampened his speed, tumbling them all down like dominos. He stopped and at that very moment felt pain blossom on his face.

He screamed in pain, feeling the pain unlike any he had ever felt before. He felt hot blood drip from his face, landing drop by drop on the ground next to him.

He touched his face through his gauntlet and felt stinging pain around his eyes. He tried to blink, but only one of his eyelids worked.

When he looked down at his palm, he understood that he could only see from one of his eyes.

His other eye, the left eye, had been cut through.

He was now one-eyed.