Chapter 115 – I'm Not Done
Lux moved.
Not away. Not defensively. Not like he was trying to survive.
He moved like he'd been waiting for this moment.
Every part of his body shifted with intentional movement—legs pivoting, back dropping low, left blade sweeping forward as his right hand twisted to parry the first divine strike that fell like a god's hammer.
The clash sent out a thundercrack of pressure. The ground trembled beneath their boots, the impact radiating outward in jagged light pulses that lit up the chamber in flashes—blue, gold, and black.
Azion didn't hesitate. A second strike came, and then a third—each one faster than the last, blinding arcs of radiant energy that carved glowing scars through the air.
Lux blocked. Evaded. Danced.
One of his blades whirled low, cutting through the light and disrupting the momentum of Azion's swing just long enough for Lux to twist under it and launch a counter.
A hard upward slash. Point-blank.
