Chapter 260
In another part of the battlefield, Ronan's purple eyes burned with barely restrained fury as he locked gazes with Magus.
There was no doubt anymore.
He was the one, the Dark Emissary. The same monster who had nearly ended Aiden's life back in Maurina.
Ronan had learned about that fight, burned it into his mind. He'd planned for this moment. But right now? He was battered, bruised, health already scraping the bottom. His body screamed at him to collapse.
Didn't matter.
He could still fight. He had to fight.
If Aiden's warnings were true, if this thing was really as powerful as described then leaving him alive wasn't an option. This wasn't just a duel. This was a disaster waiting to happen.
Magus stared back. No malice. No rage. If anything, there was… pity in his eyes.
"You're too weak. Too battered to put up any real fight against me," Magus said. His voice carried no mockery, no taunt. Just certainty.
