Seid's body twisted in midair, his waist arching as he instinctively shielded Siana. The force of the impact sent him flying backward. He had planted his feet firmly, trying to brace himself, but once his balance was lost, there was no stopping the momentum.
He was flung away from Carl—straight toward Billford, who was waiting behind him.
Shhk…
The sharp whistle of a blade slicing through the air reached his ears.
Seid barely had time to react. His instincts screamed as Billford lunged, dagger in hand. Desperation fueled Seid's movements as he snatched his sword with his left hand and swung it back with all his might.
Whoosh!
But his black blade never reached Billford.
Instead, he felt a sharp sting—Billford's dagger had already pierced his back. Seid clenched his teeth against the pain. But Billford hesitated, his confidence faltering as Seid blocked his escape route with his Mana Blade. Then, before Billford could pull away, Seid threw his entire weight against him.
