Chapter 91: The battle of the bull II
The bull of judgment was unlike any ordinary beast. Its hide shimmered like ivory beneath the sun, etched with glowing yellow runes that pulsed like a heartbeat. Its massive hooves struck the ground like thunder, cracking the earth with each step. Steam curled from its nostrils, and its jagged horns—sharp enough to pierce stone—gleamed with divine energy.
Above, the sky darkened unnaturally, as if the heavens themselves recoiled from the beast's arrival. A voice, deep and resonant as the shifting earth, rumbled through the battlefield.
"I can't believe we have to fight yet another thing after coming back." Ceremus sneered as they equipped themselves with their weapon and approached the bull.
Hael's lips curved into a grin, staring at the king, who looked irritated, but there was an unmistakable glint in his eyes. He knew it more than anyone else that Ceremus was secretly happy at the prospect of fighting again.
The way his shoulders loosened, the way his grip on the divine spatha was firm but relaxed, how his gaze sharpened like a predator's. He was in his element.
"Try not to enjoy yourself too much, Your Majesty." The guard teased, earning a scoff in response from the king, but his eyes flicked to the sky, wary.
Though he couldn't confirm it, he felt as though there was something dark and equally powerful staring down at them as they prepared to engage in battle, however his worries vanished when he felt Ceremus staring at him.
They met each other's gaze and nodded, forming a silent pact. Then, as one, they surged forward. The bull saw them instantly, locking onto them like a force of nature, and let out a deafening roar. The sound sent tremors through the air as it kicked up dirt, its muscles rippling before it launched itself forward like a boulder hurled by the gods.
Above, Dicaeus chuckled, the sound vibrating through the very marrow of their bones.