Chapter 117 – Debt Collected
"You're slowing down," Lux whispered, eyes glowing. "C'mon… entertain me more!"
He laughed. Not a chuckle. Not a battle cry.
A full, unhinged, teeth-baring laugh that echoed off the ruined chamber walls like a broken bell tower swinging in the wind.
He was having fun.
Real, genuine, violent fun.
Azion roared and twisted to throw him off—
But Lux was already moving.
He jumped—daggers flashing, boots kicking off Azion's wing—and came down like a demon meteor.
Straight for the face.
"Smile for me," Lux said.
And he plunged both daggers down—
Right into Azion's eyes.
The sound was sickening. A wet, sizzling crunch as the blades sank through porcelain, through glass, through divine construct and light.
Azion screamed—not vocal cords, but soul. The scream rang through the glyphs embedded in the walls, warping the symbols into jagged curses.
Lux laughed harder.
