CHAPTER 51

It was as if time itself had betrayed him.

In an instant, a devastating force struck his raised arm with the ferocity of a speeding bullet.

Blur's eyes widened in sheer disbelief as his arm was abruptly torn apart.

The pain, dulled by the shock of the attack, was nevertheless excruciating.

His mind struggled to process the sheer velocity of the assault, unable to comprehend what had just transpired.

All he could register was the sickening sensation of his arm being blown away, leaving him with an open, gaping wound that gushed forth with his own blue blood.

The agony coursing through his body was surreal, as if he had been thrust into a nightmare.

With trembling hands, Blur attempted to stem the flow of blood, clutching at the remnants of his maimed arm. His vision blurred with tears of pain, and he gritted his teeth against the overwhelming torment.

Despite the excruciating injury, his instincts remained intact.