Chapter 267: The Gate Opens
Michael Wilson pointed Draken at the sky. His words, amplified by the collapsing mana field, echoed like a death sentence.
"I'll write you a tragedy."
Above him, Demon General Lilith's eyes narrowed. The feedback loop from the inverted portal screamed in her ears, a high-pitched whine that threatened to scramble her thoughts. She looked down at the boy in the glasses—the boy she had dismissed as a pawn.
"You speak of tragedy, little human?" Lilith hissed, her voice dripping with venom. "I was there when the first stars died. I have drunk the tears of nations."
She raised both hands. The black nails on her fingers elongated, turning into jagged obsidian claws.
"If you want to play author..." She smiled, and the sky behind her cracked open. "Then let us turn the page."
She snapped her fingers.
RIIIIIIIP.
