There was a hole in him.
Raiden's skin turned paler than it had ever been as he gasped desperately for air, as if that very air might slice his heart apart like it had nearly done moments before.
But all he could think about was his own foolishness as his gaze swept over the shattered skeletal masks scattered before him. If he had fled, maybe he would have found another opportunity to kill Deathsight. With more time, he could have studied all his abilities.
Now, with a gaping hole in his chest, his bones writhed agonizingly as if his entire body was being reconstructed. Clearly, the Poison Dragon had laced his strike with venom. Even the urge to cry out had left him. All he could do was gasp desperately for air.
