Chapter 221 – You Hit Like a Rich Boy
Lux didn't speak.
Didn't pose.
He just moved.
Fast.
Tarrek leapt first—blades spinning, feet bouncing off the walls, screaming like a banshee with a sword addiction. His style was wild. Messy. Improvised. And fast as hell.
But Lux wasn't slower.
He vanished. A flicker of black.
Teleport.
Reappeared right behind Tarrek mid-leap and kicked him in the back, sending the big gargoyle through a table, two chairs, and a fancy sound crystal that shattered in a shriek of demonic autotune.
"YOU CHEAP SHADOW-STEPPING BASTA—!"
-CRASH!
Scarn fired next—launching tiny enchanted knives like they were an overdue magic tax, every one arcing at Lux's pressure points.
Lux leaned.
One dagger passed his cheek. Another his thigh.
He caught the third mid-air, spun, and threw it back with zero ceremony.
It embedded in Scarn's forehead. Not deep. But deep enough to make the gargoyle squeal and duck behind the clone's throne.
