My arm burst in pain the moment his gaze sharpened on me.
"Argh…!"
He slammed a fist into my jaw, sending me flying. Exhaling slowly, he twisted his hands in a fluid, deliberate motion.
What the hell kind of technique is this…?
Did he blow up my arm with his mind? No… High Magic couldn't do something like that.
It was an explosion, but without sound. Without the explosion itself.
Saddler's grin stretched wide, arrogant and feral, his teeth gleaming in delight at my trembling.
The wound burned. My thoughts scattered. My body froze like stone.
I tried to heal the wound—but nothing happened.
"What the hell…? Why… isn't it working?"
"Ha-ha-ha-ha! What's wrong? Can't heal it? Guess you're not as invincible as you thought."
"You filthy bastard…"
Sid's eyes narrowed. He noticed a strange pattern in Saddler's spiritual energy — it had been completely drained after using his ability, and was now recovering.
Sid realized it then—Rite of Crucifixion had a cooldown.
