Chapter 297: Buffed Kai
Kaiden planted one boot on the Countess’s chest, yanking the crimson lance free. Disgusting, bile ichor hissed as it dripped from the weapon’s tip, but the blood wasn’t permitted to hit the ground as the Blood Monarch’s Gauntlet greedily drank up every drop.
For a heartbeat, the battlefield went still.
"Kai!!" Aria’s voice was the first to break the silence. The sharp edge she’d kept during the fight was suddenly gone as she rushed toward him.
"I knew it!" Luna sighed, rolling her eyes. But the girl was unable to hide the smirk tugging at her lips. "I could see it from a mile away... that thing’s some OP shit."
Her smirk faded into a scoff. "Still, you used it way too recklessly." The emotion in her gaze was clear: worry. After all, Luna might’ve been a girl with a thorny exterior, but on the inside, she was a tender girl. She hadn’t liked knowing her lover hurled himself from the sky with nothing but blood-forged steel between him and death.
Unlike the other two, however, Bastet didn’t join in on the family celebration.
While the others were caught up in their relief, the Solar Empress’s sunlit aura flared bright. A spear of golden fire formed in her hands, the heat so intense it warped the air around it. She hurled it at the Countess’s broken form.
There was no celebration in her. No banter. Only hatred.
Her target was the undead, and she would not leave the work until she was a hundred percent sure it was done.
The lance of solar wrath was a heartbeat from striking when the Countess’s body lit up.
A blinding crimson radiance poured from every tear in her skin, her limbs jerking violently as if her corpse were a marionette yanked by unseen strings. The broken neck did not heal, yet her head snapped upright in a grotesque, unnatural motion, mandibles chattering in fevered spasms.
Her face was unmoving and lifeless, but her mouth split open far wider than it should, jaw unhinging until tendons tore. She began screaming.