Book 1: Chapter 70: Hunter or Hunted? Part II

Book 1: Chapter 70: Hunter or Hunted? Part II

Scarlet

It only takes me getting sliced up three more times by the wraith to realize just how weak I am, and how futile it is to fight back at my current strength. Even if Im not actually trying to kill it and only delay it right now.

And right when Im on the brink of collapsing from blood loss, the creatures life energy not proving to be much due to our significant level difference, the thought of one of the skills I passed over a while back resurfaces.

My eyes widen and I immediately jump back a couple meters while opening the skills store and purchasing blood sacrifice. Then without hesitation, I begin using it while also pumping the rare skill straight up to level five, spending a total of thirty-eight Skill Points in the entire process.

Not even a second later, I begin to feel a burning sensation spread throughout my body, mixed along with a surge of strength that I didnt have before. A large one. But when I see the wraith rushing towards me again with its blade-like arms crossed in front of it, I grit my teeth and push the blood sacrifice further, making actual red steam leave my pores.

The burning sensation grows stronger, but I at least manage to back up quickly enough for the two blades to only barely skim me, cutting across the sides of my waist and opening up my shirt and jacket in the process. And I continue to burn my own blood to increase my physical strength through blood sacrifice to barely avoid the worst of each strike, slowly getting myself cut open in the process as we continue backtracking our way through the hall.

Shit, come on! Youre almost there! I vaguely hear Tar shouting his encouragement in my head, making me briefly question what hes talking about only to realize that were almost at the bunker.

A spark of hope lights up in my eyes and I continue pushing myself, increasing my pace backwards a bit in the process. But the hope doesnt last long as even with blood sacrifice no, probably because of blood sacrifice combined with the many wounds Ive sustained I begin to feel my body growing weaker and weaker from blood loss. And by the time we actually get close to the bunker, I can barely even remain standing.

Despite this, I continue pushing back, getting hit more and more with each swing of the creatures blade. To make matters worse, Im having more and more difficulty keeping track of any of its movements, and the corners of my vision are starting to grow blurry.

I cough up a mouthful of blood on the equally red carpet of the hallway.

Huh. Guess it survived.

And it looks pissed.

My pride burns away at me that I wasnt able to kill it, and that itll even kill me, still believing me to be its prey. But I guess theres not much I can do about that. Not when I cant even lift my head at all. Not even an inch. Not even a quarter of an inch.

It was fun while it lasted Tar.

You damned, insufferable, idiotic, wolf girl! Tar shouts out loud, not caring that the wraith is glancing at it, still pissed off as ever. Get your furry head out of your-

A loud crashing sound cuts him off, followed immediately by the sounds of stuff frosting over.

Oh, hey. Looks like I might not die after all.

How dare you, a rather cold and quite familiar voice echoes in the hallway, each word pronounced rather slowly as I watch the frost spreading to the wraith, gradually freezing it solid from the feet up. You wont be touching another hair on her head.

Then after the entire wraith is frozen solid the sound of shattering ice echoes in my ears. But by now my vision has already gone mostly dark, so I cant see anything. And the last thing I could see before that was not a very nice one, considering how angry Cynthia looked.

Almost as if on cue with the sound, I feel the rest of my consciousness slipping away, likely due to my lone source of life energy the wraith dying.

And everything goes silent. Right, of course, after I hear a dinging sound play in my head.