The Threat of Death
"Cough, cough." Greg, clutching his stomach, rose to his feet, tilting his head to expel the taste of blood from his mouth.
Revealing blood-streaked, grim teeth, his eyes were fixed on Soma, who was closing in.
His form was somewhat unsteady.
Humans and subrace magi share a common flaw—their defensive value often falls short of their offensive power.
This vulnerability, dictated by their fragile bodies, means that even with mana-based protection, that layer of defense primarily serves to buy time for a bodily response rather than withstand a mana-infused assault.
Soma's punch had penetrated through the mana defense, striking deep within Greg.
It was likely that his internal organs had sustained serious damage.
Without timely medical intervention, death could be imminent.
Taking a deep breath to suppress the chaos in his mind, Greg tightened his grip on Crusher's long handle, straightening his posture.