Chapter 226 – The King of the Underworld
A demoness stood between them, claws extended, catching both blades effortlessly.
Tall. Beautiful. Dangerous in the way a blade of glass was beautiful. Her black hair spilled over bare shoulders, her gown clinging in all the right ways while still leaving room for a fight. The slit up her thigh flashed glimpses of skin with every subtle shift of her stance.
Her eyes burned—not with heat, but with the cool sharpness of someone who knew exactly how much power they had and exactly where to use it.
Sira.
Daughter of Pride. And the real heir.
"Move, Sira…" Lux hissed, his displeasure curling the words. "I have no time for your game."
Her lips curved—not quite a smirk, but close. "I can't. I have something to do with him."
Lux's voice sharpened. "Are you going to protect him?"
"No," she said simply. Her claws flexed, still holding his blades in place. "Just… relax."
She turned her head toward Vyrak, still kneeling, still bleeding.
