Chapter 225 – Your Hate Doesn't Stop me
Half detonated on impact. The others ricocheted—hitting from angles Vyrak couldn't fully block. One burst against his wing, another against his back, making him grunt.
Lux teleported in again, this time to Vyrak's flank—blades carving deep into his side. Vyrak caught Devorare mid-swing, claws closing around the blade's edge, ichor dripping between his fingers.
"Mine," he hissed, yanking—
Lux let go of that blade, flipped Amare in his free hand, and stabbed upward into Vyrak's jaw.
The roar rattled the walls. Vyrak's wings flared wide, Pride magic exploding outward in a shockwave that knocked Lux back several meters. The air burned in his lungs.
Lux rolled to his feet, retrieving Devorare with a call. "You're leaking."
Vyrak spat black ichor onto the floor. "So are you."
And yeah, Lux was—cut across the ribs, bleeding down his side. Every move tugged at the wound.
But he wasn't slowing.
"Let's finish this," Lux said.
