Frost's brows furrowed.
He had clearly stabbed me.
Yet, I showed no reaction whatsoever, making it look almost… staged.
But as he withdrew his spear, the blood that poured from my wound proved otherwise.
"That should do, right, Instructor Krauser?"
The instructor remained silent, his gaze shifting between my face and my injury before finally giving me a hesitant nod.
That was all I needed.
Holding my bleeding side, I dragged myself out of the arena under the stunned gazes of everyone present.
Once I was far enough, I deactivated Ascension and leaned against the wall beside me.
"…Damn, that hurts."
For the first time, my expression showed pain.
Slowly, I slid down until my back rested against the wall.
My breathing was heavy, but I concentrated on my wound, halting the bleeding completely.
I couldn't afford to leave it as it was, so I began stitching it up myself.
"This is hell…"
I probably shouldn't have relied on Ascension.
