Everything was going as planned.
Jackal had foreseen everything. He acted in accordance with what he had seen.
His confidence stemmed from his vision.
And yet...
"H-how is this possible...?"
He took a step back, staring at Julien, who was still standing. In his hand was an unassuming black sword while his head was lowered.
His entire body was drenched in blood, pooling beneath him.
In his current state, he should be dead.
From the blood loss to the sword that had pierced his body. There was simply no way for him to remain standing.
And yet...
'This doesn't make sense?"
"What sort of trickery is this...?"
A thought crossed his mind as he looked at Julien. It all started to make sense then.
"Necromancy?"
Indeed, Julien was a curse user. It wouldn't be strange for him to know necromancy. Perhaps, the only reason he was still standing was because of some sort of necromancer-related power he had placed on himself.
"So that's how it is..."
