Lord of the Carrion Reavers was, without a doubt, ready to bail.
These bastards—every last one of them—had been hiding their true strength. One was sneakier than the next, and he'd had enough. This wasn't a fight anymore; it was a trap. He couldn't afford to keep throwing himself into their games.
But Bloodveil wasn't about to let him slip away that easily.
Seeing the opportunity laid out perfectly before him, Bloodveil shot forward like a blood-soaked missile. If he could take down Lord of the Carrion Reavers now, that SSS-class crystal core would be his. Ethan was still tied up with the Overmind Queen—he wouldn't be able to interfere in time.
"Not so fast!"
With a flick of his arms, two long chains of blood lashed out from Bloodveil's hands, snapping through the air like twin whips, aimed straight at Lord of the Carrion Reavers' legs.
