Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint

Runken’s charge was catastrophic. Bursting forward in a storm of blood, he lunged at the Progenitor, leading with his fangs. Sharp tusks bore down on the small figure of Tyrkanzyaka.

Runken’s charge was powerful but straightforward. No martial arts principles were needed to predict its direction. Tyrkanzyaka chose to stand her ground. The blood magic filling her body moved according to her will. Her small fist shot toward Runken’s face.

To an onlooker, it might have seemed like Runken would tear the girl into a bloody pulp. But Tyrkanzyaka, who had long separated herself from the world, was unshaken. Her fist blurred for an instant, shattering Runken’s tusks and plunging halfway into his skull.

With a sickening crunch, Runken’s body crumpled grotesquely, as if from a twisted fairytale.

Boom! Runken was sent flying, crashing into the wall. The fortress of blood let out an agonized wail at the impact.

“Khng! Small fists, but damn, they sting!”

Yet, in an instant, Runken regenerated. Kicking off the wall, he snapped his tusks back into place as if nothing had happened. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand and bellowed.@@novelbin@@

“But I can feel hesitation! Progenitor, is that all you’ve got?!”

“Kh….”

Tyrkanzyaka’s fists were dull. The reason was simple—sensation, emotion. The very things she had longed for were now weighing down her fists.

She felt the pain of her flesh being torn. It was momentary, but the opening it created was long enough. She was angry at Runken, but it wasn’t the same burning hatred she had felt when fighting the Holy Crown Church’s servants.

Nothing was going as she willed it. Not the Elders, not the battle, not even love. The only thing she had full control over was her own body.