Chapter 23: Lightning Chronicles
Zain took several cautious steps back, every instinct screaming danger.
He didn't possess mana or an aura core—yet the pressure radiating from Dax was suffocating, a force that made the very air tremble.
How is he mustering this much destructive strength?
In a blink, a powerful spear materialized in his hand—its presence oppressive, alive, like a coiled beast ready to strike. The shaft was forged from blackened adamantite, etched with faint crimson runes that pulsed with restrained fury. At its tip, the blade gleamed wickedly, the faint outline of a snarling wyvern etched into the metal as though the creature itself had been sealed inside.
"Impressive blade you have there," Dax said, voice laced with genuine curiosity. His eyes locked onto the beastly figure carved into the weapon. "Such powerful refining. An excellent spear—preserving the very presence of the creature used to make it."
