Chapter 50
01 moved with a burst of speed—poison seeping from the jagged edge of his cutlass in thin, glistening trails that hissed against the air. He advanced with nimble, almost serpentine steps, body low and coiled like a predator that had forgotten how to fear.
He swung the blade in a wide, dangerous arc—goblin art woven into the motion: low center of gravity, deceptive reach, venom dripping from the tip to form a trailing crescent of green mist. The cutlass howled as it cut through the wind.
Zain was a beast in response. He held his spear at the very edge of its haft, turning the weapon into an extension of his arm. With a sharp twist he met the arc head-on—spinning his spear into a wide, countering sweep that carried the full momentum of his silver-armored frame.
Clang!
Their blades connected in a shower of sparks that lit the alien sky like dying stars. The impact rang out across the battlefield—deep, resonant, shaking loose pebbles from nearby spires.
