Fengkexim clutched his left shoulder as he fled in a panic through the jungle, sparks flying from where his arm had been severed.
As a bio-enhanced person heavily modified with cybernetic prosthetics, losing an arm dealt a significant blow to his combat capabilities.
Of course, he no longer had the luxury of regret at this point—what overwhelmed him now was the fear of being hunted and his desperation to survive.
That gunner... He still remembered the terror of being continuously targeted, like a maggot boring into bone, much like a mouse being toyed with by cat paws.
Fengkexim could even be certain the opponent had the ability to kill him outright from the beginning, yet chose to shoot half a beat too slow each time, deliberately pushing him to the brink of despair.
Damn it! Is this really my retribution? Fengkexim recalled his life as a Temple Knight, delivering secret intelligence for Emperor Otto and partaking in the Temple Knights' atrocities.
