Chapter 59: Laughing In Pain
He opened his eyes—or he would have, if his eyes still existed. His head had been pulverized beneath the unrelenting hooves of the bicorn, and what was left of his face was a nightmarish pulp.
Jagged shards of bone jutted out from the exposed remains of his skull. His eyes, once sharp and vibrant, were now empty, blood-soaked pits. His cheeks hung open, barely clinging to his jaw, exposing splinters of teeth and fragments of his mangled tongue.
With a slow, almost mechanical movement, Alicarde turned his head to the side, narrowly avoiding another deadly strike from the bicorn's hooves.
His body groaned with the strain, as if even his immortal form had reached the limits of its endurance. But as the beast's hooves pounded the ground beside him, Alicarde's face began to regenerate at an unnatural speed.