Battle of the Black Skull (8)

Sunny let out a terse breath.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just got my throat ripped out… no big deal…"

He lowered his bloodied hand, revealing the wound that had already disappeared thanks to the [Death Wish] enchantment. There was a lot of blood on his neck and the black silk of the Shroud of Dusk, but under it, his skin and flesh were perfectly fine. 

A corner of Neph's mouth curled upward. 

"I see."

Then, she looked at Dire Fang with a severity that seemed cold enough to freeze a person to death and said calmly:

"In that case… Lady Sky Tide, please fall back with Song of the Fallen. Master Sunless and I will remain to cover your retreat."

Saint Tyris was in no condition to face Dire Fang in battle. Even if she wanted to stay, her presence would only slow the two of them down… she seemed to have understood that, as well.