Chapter 222
Quint groan faintly as he staggered back to his feet, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
His armor was cracked, his body trembling slightly, yet his smirk remained. If not for the power he had borrowed earlier—the strength of one of the dreaded Dreadknights—that last slash would have cut him clean in half.
He knew it. He felt it in his bones. The sheer brutality of Aiden's strike was something he hadn't anticipated.
His eyes narrowed as he turned toward the battlefield. There, the towering scorpion beast was locked in combat with Aiden's massive vine avatar.
Each clash between them shook the cavern, vines clashing against armored tails, the ground cracking under their combined might.
But something gnawed at Quint's mind: Why? Why was Aiden suddenly so strong, so relentless, so terrifying?
Inside the vine avatar, Aiden's eyes remained shut, his face unnervingly calm. He wasn't fighting through conscious calculation.
