Chapter 671 – A Decimal
The Overlord's inner sanctum was unravelling, slowly, violently. Sigils blinked out one by one. Chunks of floating glyph-armor shattered under Lux's assault. Smoke curled upward in thick, oily streams as black ichor sizzled and ran down collapsing walls. The air stank of old curses and burnt parchment. The core pulsed, bloody and frantic, like a heart on the edge of arrest.
Lux ran straight toward it, boots slamming across fractured voidstone. His body moved on instinct, not calculation. Because this wasn't a duel anymore.
It was a damn audit.
He spun low to avoid a lance of red light, teleported to the left as the Overlord's cloak lashed out like a blade, and hurled a demonic orb that detonated in a sharp flash, scattering defensive glyphs. His breath came ragged. His limbs burned. But his grin only widened.
"Too slow!" he shouted, leaping into the air, wings flaring out behind him.
