After I confirmed Caerus was truly dead, a strange numbness began to crawl through me. My arms felt heavy, my legs weaker with every passing breath. It was as if someone had drained the marrow out of my bones.
I didn't know exactly what Nemes had done, but whatever it was, it had sucked me dry. Not just my strength—my very life force felt thinner, like I had just aged years in the span of minutes. Wrath slipped away from my body. Nemesis' scythe faded too.
Somehow, I had beaten Caerus with Nemes' weapon… but now I was a wreck.
And Zeus… damn it, Zeus would know.
He'd learn about this, wouldn't he?
Was this meant to play out like this?
My boots touched the ground softly. I turned my gaze then.
Rulana was locked in battle against Viessa and the other knights.
Viessa didn't look like a fighter to begin with so it was normal she was struggling against Rulana
