Leon looked down at his shattered sword and then at his twisted arm.
The bone had clearly snapped from the impact.
The pain should have been unbearable, yet his expression did not change.
With his sword destroyed and his dominant arm broken, it meant one simple thing: he could not fight physically anymore.
"O-Oh shit," Emilia gasped.
It was the first time she had ever seen Leon truly injured.
Until now, he had always stood at the front, overwhelming enemies with cold precision.
Seeing his weapon shattered and his arm bent unnaturally was shocking.
Worse, she did not have any healing spells. Her magic focused on buffs and offensive power.
"You truly are no match for an orc's strength, pathetic human," Ghorak laughed as he stepped forward, rolling his shoulders as if warming up for another strike. "But do not worry. The pain will end soon."
The moment he had sensed his guards being slaughtered, Ghorak had not hesitated.
