Chapter 155 – I'm Not Your Apocalypse
The impact drove Lux back a half step, his boots carving crescent skids across the asphalt. Sparks bloomed where their weapons clashed. His wrist throbbed.
Then wind…
The woman appeared out of the veil like a whisper. She was mid-spin already, her foot arcing in a crescent of pale flame. Lux twisted just enough. His other blade sliced through the air, catching her ankle in a parry that felt like catching a comet.
Another sound. A whoosh and a crackle. Her magic sparked in the air—heatless, white, and wrong.
The force of it staggered him back again. His shoulder slammed into a lamp post, bending the steel with a metallic groan. Corvus let out a sharp caw from above.
'You're getting sloppy, boss.'
Lux bared his teeth.
"System," he growled.
[Yes? May I suggest dodging more creatively?]
"Analyze. Full detail. I want race, affinity, skills, and faction records. Now."
[Of course. Because asking politely was too exhausting.]
