"One down two more to go."
Kyle gazed at the two awestruck moths and straightened his body. His brows knitted together when he felt the sensation of warm blood trickling down his thighs. Yet, he stubbornly shook his hand to clear the murky golden blood from his sword.
Amidst the intense pain shooting up to his spine, he took a step forward, his legs wobbled a little but he immediately balanced himself.
This sudden movement successfully jolted the moths out of their trance. They looked at him with raged breathing, contemplating if they should continue or not because the one who died was the eldest among the trio. Of course, they wanted to exact revenge but what if the human killed them as well?
Kyle clenched his empty hand tightly, almost digging his nails in his palm, to maintain his consciousness.
'I can only use instant teleportation one more time...'