725 Bitch, I have two hearts.

As soon as Evan dropped, Darfin also fell to the ground, his breaths heavy.

His skills were all forcefully released as his magic energy was exhausted, and the boosted power from the drug he and Sana had consumed ran out.

Black magic power steam escaped his body and he coughed out black blood, before forcing himself to his feet.

All his finger bones were broken, having suffered damage in trying to pierce Evan's chest.

'Just how strong was his body? I aimed for the spot where he was already wounded and I still took this much damage?'

Darfin had certainly not expected this task to turn out to be so difficult, to the point where none of the Assassins they brought along with them had survived.

"Did you get him?"

"He's dead."

The man replied to Sana's question, looking up to her and continuing.

"Mission Accomplished."