A severe dizziness hit my head, my senses felt completely distorted, and a strange buzzing sound echoed incessantly by my ears, as if reciting a certain elusive spell.
Serey collapsed among the shattered tables and chairs. In his blurred vision, he saw a broken table leg piercing into his body, as if he had been hit by shrapnel, leaving a myriad of bloody dots on his body.
Since his retirement, Serey hadn't fought anyone in a long time, nor had anyone fought him. His mind was wandering, and an unfamiliar yet familiar feeling gradually enveloped his senses.
After a brief loss of focus, a fierce malice grew in Serey's heart, the aura that accompanied him when he was the Night Race Lord. After so many years, it returned once more.
The ticking sound of blood gradually ceased, and Serey's body completely healed itself. He pulled out the broken spike from his body, and a savage rage flashed in his scarlet eyes.
