Chapter 83
Seeing them falter, Remillia knew she had to act fast. She tightened her grip on her dagger, the small blade glinting in the dim light, and sprinted forward with lightning speed.
"Cover me!" she ordered, her voice firm and commanding. The mercenaries, despite their exhaustion, did as they were told, throwing everything they had at the creature to keep it distracted.
With the Fowlshiet focused on the mercenaries, Remillia closed the distance, her eyes locked on the creature’s glowing left eye. She dodged its flailing wings and claws with ease, her movements swift and precise.
Just as the Fowlshiet reared back to release another cloud of toxic gas, Remillia leaped into the air, her dagger aimed directly at the exposed eye. With a single, fluid motion, she drove the blade deep into the creature’s eye, piercing it with deadly accuracy.
The Fowlshiet let out a deafening screech of pain, thrashing wildly as dark ichor poured from its wounded eye. The creature stumbled, disoriented and blind on one side, its attacks growing more erratic by the second.
Not wasting a second, Remillia used the creature’s confusion to her advantage. She landed lightly on her feet and immediately lunged at the Fowlshiet’s other eye, her dagger flashing in the dim light. With the monster now weakened and off-balance, she saw her chance to end the fight.
She dodged another swipe from the Fowlshiet’s claws and, with a swift lunge, drove her dagger into its remaining eye. The creature howled in agony, its wings flailing uselessly as it collapsed to the ground, completely blinded and helpless.
The mercenaries watched in stunned silence as Remillia delivered the final blow, driving her dagger into the creature’s throat where its gland pulsed weakly. The Fowlshiet twitched once, then fell still, its body lying motionless on the cold stone floor.
Remillia stepped back, breathing heavily but otherwise unscathed. She wiped her dagger clean and turned to face the mercenaries, who were still staring at her in shock.
"You hesitated," she said bluntly, her eyes locking onto each of them in turn. "Hesitation will get you killed down here. Next time, trust your leader—or at least trust that I know what I’m doing."
The mercenaries, still catching their breath, nodded in silent agreement, the realization of her skill finally sinking in.