Chapter 126: The Weight of Mortality
The first Razor-Hound lunged.
It was a massive, heavily armored beast driven mad by the dense Miasma. It leaped across the crumpled hood of the Iron Leviathan, aiming its jagged jaws directly at Draven's throat.
Inside the sealed VIP lounge, Estella screamed and slammed her fists against the reinforced glass. Aegon gritted his teeth, his eyes wide with absolute dread. They knew Draven was powerless. The Absolute Dead Zone had stripped away all their magic. They fully expected to watch their Captain be torn to shreds.
Draven did not move. He simply watched the beast approach.
His SS-Rank Vector Manipulation was trapped inside his body. His A-Rank Void-Step was useless because the spatial coordinates outside his skin were erased by the Embryo.
But Draven was not a scrawny mage who hid behind his squad.
CRUNCH!
Draven pivoted on his heel and drove his bare fist directly into the Razor-Hound's skull.
