Chapter 158 – Just Rage
The man groaned where he lay sprawled on the scorched tile, but Lux could feel it—he wasn't out. Not yet. Not really. These two were wired like bomb circuits. You had to disarm both at once or get blown sky-high.
He didn't intend to get blown.
So Lux moved.
Fast.
His wings cracked open, launching him forward like a nightmare-shaped missile. Devorare licked through the air—black steel, cruel curve, thirsting.
The woman met him halfway, claws extended.
She screamed something in an old tongue—something holy turned inside out. A curse of judgment.
Lux didn't flinch.
He caught her arm mid-swing, twisted it backward until her shoulder cracked like splintering ice, and drove Amare upward—straight into her sternum. The blade slid through like silk, clean and elegant. She gasped.
Then her other hand lit up.
A desperate strike.
She brought it down toward his face like she meant to rip his head off.
He tilted.
Just enough.
