In the split second of hesitation from Denvor, Meldith spat out a bloody cloud of smoke from his mouth.
The cloud of bloody smoke spread rapidly as it moved toward Denvor like a fishing net cast by a fisherman.
Denvor dashed out of the way. However, he heard a loud roar from behind the cloud of bloody smoke, followed by the sound of metal clanking against the ground.
The bloody smoke eventually cleared away.
Meldith had long disappeared. The silver knife that was previously embedded in his shoulder was now lying on the ground.
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