Lia's breath hitched.
The spear in her grip trembled as her arms locked with the claws of a curse nearly twice her size.
Its elongated neck hissed a vaporous sound, and its second pair of arms writhed up her side, ready to strike.
Her teeth clenched, her legs sinking deep into the broken marble, but she couldn't reposition. Not fast enough.
She saw the second curse too late!
It was a blur leaping from above, a jagged mass of hate with serrated limbs outstretched to impale her through the back.
Too fast—!
Then a shadow crossed the sky.
Chains whipped like angry serpents as Ren soared in from the left, his kusarigama's club end spinning like a meteor hammer.
Bang!
The weight collided with the side of the diving curse's skull mid-air, smacking its neck with a sickening crunch before it even touched her.
The impact slammed the curse into the ground with such force that cracks veined outward like spiderwebs.
Lia blinked. Her lips parted slightly in shock.
