Celine would not protect herself. Wrath amplified her fury and stripped away any concern for the damage she suffered. Pain became irrelevant, and every injury became another reason to attack harder.
Without Noctivex protecting her body, a direct punch from Sloth could tear her apart.
Most vessels of Wrath did not die because the Authority failed them. They died because they ignored every wound until their bodies collapsed, or because Wrath consumed their life energy faster than they could recover.
Ludwig released the chains wrapped around the tribesmen and hurled them toward Celine. The soul shackles shot across the canyon, their links stretching toward her waist and shoulders. Ludwig prepared to pull her away the instant Sloth stopped the sword.
The chains were too slow.
Thomas hovered above him, his small flames trembling. "Celine!"
The crimson blade came down.
Everyone expected it to stop.
It did not.
