Chapter 230
Meanwhile, not far away—
The Dreadknight's crimson eyes flickered erratically inside its visor. It stood frozen, claws buried not into the frail human it thought it had slain, but into something far different. Another armored figure loomed before it, towering and terrible, its silhouette crowned with six jagged arms instead of four.
The Dreadlord himself.
For the first time, the Dreadknight hesitated. Its claws—so sharp they could rend steel—had failed to pierce the Dreadlord's black armor. Instead, it was its own body that suffered. The Dreadlord's gauntleted hands ripped through its chest with horrifying ease, bursting out the other side.
The Dreadknight jerked in disbelief. Just moments ago, it had lunged for Kael, victory certain. It had even felt the strike connect. Yet somehow… impossibly… its claws had been redirected.
Realization dawned like a nightmare
