Chapter 27. Blood on Holy grounds!
Her sword rose high, sharp as a razor.
I barely had a second to react before it came crashing down.
Chop!
A jolt of numbness spread through my left hand, followed by something warm and thick.
Blood!
I was swimming in a pool of my own blood. My severed hand lay on the floor, completely detached from my body.
I screamed—a loud, deafening cry of agony. My eyes trembled with terror. My entire body throbbed with pain. The white garments beside me were now completely stained red.
And before me, Liloth just stood there, looking down at me with a wide grin, completely unfazed by the fact that she had just maimed someone on holy ground.
"Hah! A devil boy screaming in agony? Now that's a sight to behold!" Liloth sneered, raising her sword once more. "Fight back, brat! Show me the demonic power I heard you possess."
She was pushing me to the edge. I still had a ton of PP left in my arsenal, but fighting back would only make it more believable that I was with the Revolutionaries.
"If you're not going to fight back, then DIE!!" she roared.