Kael's body screamed in pain, but his will kept him standing. He could feel it—he was close to the tipping point.
The Knight Guards were stronger than him in terms of cultivation, but they were tiring. He wasn't because of the high-quality essence he had been absorbing.
His Eldritch Devouring Bloodline fed on his opponent's essence, their negative emotions, and their blood. He was growing stronger with every second.
He vanished again, reappearing behind Evelyne. She spun, her sword blocking his fist, but the impact forced her back. Kael pressed the attack, his strikes a blur.
Voss charged, but Kael sidestepped, tripping him into Garrick. Isolde tried to flank him, but Kael caught her dagger mid-strike, twisting it free from her hand and stabbing it into her thigh.
The clearing was chaos—blood, broken earth, and shattered runes. Dorian watched from the sidelines, his smirk completely gone and replaced by a flicker of unease.
