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Chapter 510: Rescued?
The new summon threw itself in the way, but Gabriel’s punch pulverized through it without slowing.
Flesh burst apart. Bone shattered. The body disintegrated under the force.
His fist kept going and only stopped mere inches from the summoner’s face.
The wind from that strike alone hit the man hard enough to make his clothes snap.
Gabriel’s arm trembled once in front of him, and a line of blood ran down from the ruined muscles in his shoulder. Even so, the pressure from that fist was enough to make the blindfolded man understand how close death had come.
The summoner’s chin lifted slightly. He did not look down. Looking away from Gabriel now would have been suicidal. Even injured, the man in front of him still carried the kind of pressure that made retreat feel too slow.
For several seconds, neither moved.
The night air passed between them and carried the smell of poison, blood, and torn flesh.
Gabriel’s fingers curled once, blood dripping from his palm. "You are lucky I need you alive."
Before either of them could move again, a sudden sharp sound cut through the night as an arrow streaked forward.
Fwish!
It came from behind and aimed straight for the summoner’s head. Black Star had a backup plan just like before. If the operation turned bad, the exposed side would be erased.
The blindfolded man sensed it too late.
Gabriel did not.
Thanks to his superior perception, the arrow, despite its terrifying speed, felt slow to him. He waved his hand and released a thick wave of mana, deflecting the arrow before it could hit its target.
"I expected this," Gabriel muttered with a cold snicker.
"Grizzlenaught."
The ground rippled beside them.
The massive spectral bear rose instantly, and before the summoner could react, its huge paw closed around him and dragged him underground. The whole motion happened in less than a second. One moment he was there. The next, both he and the summon were gone beneath the earth.
Gabriel twisted and looked toward the direction the arrow had come from. On a distant building, he caught the faint outline of an archer already preparing to move again.
His body was shaking harder now.
Still, he bent down, picked up a broken stone from the ground, and weighed it in his palm once. The rock was jagged, about the size of a fist, stained with dirt and blood.
Gabriel pulled his arm back.
Every muscle in his body screamed at him. His vision blurred for a second, and blood dripped from his elbow. None of that stopped him. He locked onto the archer’s position and threw.
The stone shot through the air like a cannon round.
BANG!
A dull impact sounded in the distance.
The archer’s head exploded on impact, and the body dropped instantly without even getting a final shot off. The stone had gone straight through the skull and kept flying beyond.
Gabriel remained standing for another second after that.
The field around him was a mess. Broken summons. Blood everywhere. Cracked ground and torn grass. The cold night air brushed against his skin, but his body barely registered it anymore.
The last of the adrenaline began to fade.
His legs weakened. His eyesight blurred further.
Gabriel forced himself to stay upright and reached into his inventory, fingers moving through potion bottles, scrolls, and supplies. He only needed one health potion. Just one.
His hand brushed past several items, but before he could grab the right bottle, his legs, already bleeding heavily, gave out.
Everything went black.
...
When his eyes opened again, bright light was the first thing that hit him.
He blinked once, then again, trying to clear the haze in his vision. Above him was a high ceiling, pale and clean, with soft daylight spilling through large windows from somewhere off to the side. The bed beneath him was wide and far softer than anything he had slept on in a long time.
Gabriel stayed still for a moment, his mind still hazy.
He glanced down and realized his armor was gone.
Clean bandages wrapped parts of his body, and a faint medicinal smell drifted through the room. The sheets were dry. The air inside was warm, but not uncomfortable. Somewhere nearby, water dripped softly, the faint sound echoing against the walls.
He turned his head slightly and looked around.
The room was large. Much larger than the hotel room he had been staying in. The curtains were drawn halfway, letting in soft light. A chair sat near the bed. A table stood farther off with cloth, bottles, and a small basin placed on it.
Gabriel’s brows tightened.
The last thing he remembered clearly was falling unconscious with blood on his hands and Black Star bodies around him. After that, nothing.
He heard no footsteps. No voices. No sign of who had brought him here or why.
He shifted slightly on the bed.
Pain answered at once, sharp enough to make him stop. His body was in better shape than before, but not fully healed. Whoever treated him had done enough to keep him alive and stable. No more than that.
Gabriel exhaled quietly and looked toward the door.
A thought crossed his mind.
Could it be... the same castle he had just infiltrated?
With how luxurious the place was, and how close the battlefield had been to the castle, it was the only explanation that made sense.
"But if they found me impersonating Darius Aston... shouldn’t I at least be restrained?" he thought, his gaze shifting to his arms.
Right at that moment, the door creaked open.
The sound was soft, but in the quiet room, it felt loud enough to draw all attention. A figure stepped inside, carrying a folded towel in one hand. Light from the corridor framed the outline for a moment before the door opened wider.
"Scarlet?" Gabriel blurted as the figure came fully into view.
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