Chapter 1192 – Not a Disaster Star [Part 6]
Lux suddenly relaxed his grip.
Kaelmor stumbled forward.
Lux pivoted around him, sliding the scythe's shaft behind his neck. He pulled backward. The king's throat struck the wooden handle.
Lux swept his foot behind Kaelmor's ankle. The king fell. Again.
"Honestly," Lux muttered, "for someone who calls himself a king, you spend an impressive amount of time on the floor."
Kaelmor snarled and attempted to dissolve into mist.
But Aurelia was ready. Chains. Golden restraints erupted from the marble. They wrapped around Kaelmor's wrists and ankles, dragging him flat against the floor.
He roared.
The chains trembled.
Lux immediately stepped forward. "Excellent timing, sweetheart!"
He raised the scythe. Kaelmor's eyes widened. The blade descended. Black mist exploded outward. The chains shattered. And Kaelmor barely managed to twist aside, sacrificing his left arm to avoid the strike.
The severed limb dissolved into darkness.
