Chapter 48 – Like a Dying Villain
He didn't care.
Didn't slow.
Didn't flinch.
Lux Vaelthorn was done negotiating.
The blade in his right hand, Devorare, pulsed like it could taste what was coming.
The Lust blade, Amare, hummed—a predator's purr just before the strike.
His tail flicked once. His wings dragged sparks from the burning air.
And then they came.
Kael'var first.
The Executioner.
His greatsword was holy steel laced with oathfire, and he swung it like divine vengeance incarnate. But Lux wasn't having it.
He blinked forward, ducked under the wide arc, and spun to the side, blade scraping along Kael'var's ribs. Gold blood hissed out. The angel roared, twisted, tried to counter—
Lux kicked him hard in the side, armor to ribs, the impact like a cannon blast.
Kael'var slammed into a wall of mirror-script and shattered it on impact.
Inaya dove in from above—singing.
Literally.
