Chapter 116: Devouring Life
The dagger flew through the air as if it were in slow motion for all three observers. Julia was already tearing up from the many lethal wounds Kaiden suffered, while the man in question eyed his enemy with so much concentration one could think it was he who had telepathic powers, not Nyx. Andre, meanwhile, had his entire wretched life pass before his eyes. The knife landed in the man’s eye socket once it finished traversing its path.
"Shit!" Kaiden cursed as he fell to his knees. His strength was rapidly being depleted with every drop of blood he lost. He was shot at least four times.
"No, no, no, no!" Julia wept as she rushed up to him and tried her best to keep him from falling over. She was unsuccessful due to her severely weakened physical state. The mother fell to the floor together with Kaiden.
"Stop... crying... help me... get to... Andre..." Kaiden said with extremely pained gasps in between the mouthfuls of blood he had to spit.
"O-ok!" Although Julia was entirely lost, she felt she could trust this young man. Even while bleeding to his death at a rapid pace, he was giving off the vibes of a man who was in control.
She exerted every ounce of power she could to help him crawl to Andre. "Is he... alive?" Kaiden’s strange question made Julia listen to the man’s ragged breathing. "Yes! But barely... I don’t think he has long left!"
"Cut... arm cloth... use... knife... Mode: Gluttony..." Kaiden’s next set of instructions came with even more difficulty as he started choking on his own blood. His bright red eyes shifted in color to orange.
The color of consumption in excess which perfectly conveyed a burning, insatiable appetite that devoured all in its path.
Julia diligently did as told. She almost pulled the knife from Andre’s eyes, but she managed to catch herself. The man, whose name she didn’t even know, wanted Andre alive. Pulling it out would only make him succumb to death faster, so she ran to the man Kaiden had killed earlier and pulled the blade from his chest with much difficulty.
It was a sharp knife; cutting Andre’s clothes on his arm was easy. The dying man was seated on his chair, and Kaiden could only crawl at best, so he reached up for his arm and pulled it down.