With the very last shred of strength left in his battered body, he forced his neck to twist.
His head turned sluggishly, and his blurry vision cleared just enough to register the nightmare rushing at him.
Riley.
Charging forward with terrifying speed, his body propelled by the surging shadow aura around him.
Both daggers were raised, gleaming faintly beneath the dungeon's dim glow.
They weren't aimed at his chest. Not his abdomen. But his neck.
Riley's eyes met his own.
Eyes full of loathing. Burning with disgust. And beneath it all—hatred so sharp it carved deeper than any blade could.
The demon's blood ran colder than his wounds already made it.
Riley's lips pulled into a grimace, his voice low but resolute as his thoughts sharpened to a singular point.
'All I need… is this one attack. Just this one.' His body tensed, his muscles locking into perfect form as his focus narrowed on the demon's neck.
[Rockbound]!
The skill flared to life in an instant.
