Chapter 96: THE DEMON KING JOINS (2)
For the first time, Varziel let out a grin. Although his lips were pulled up into a smirk, it was more chilling than the frost in the air. It was nothing like the smile that he offered his wife when they were together. It was the smile of a man who loved to spill blood.
His weapon pulsed again, reshaping itself into a long glaive. He spun it once, the tip drawing a lazy circle in the air. With a boom, he launched himself forward, as each breath came sharp and fast, adrenaline burning through his veins.
He could not afford to waste another moment, not when he wife was out there, fighting.
Arella was strong, he knew that much. However, he had always somehow lost things that he loved, things that he cared for. He refused for Arella to face the same fate. Not when he had just gotten her in his grasp.
The woman’s blade flickered, a cold light trailing in its wake as she deflected his first swing. The second strike came from below, a feint, before Varziel spun the glaive and aimed for her ribs.
She twisted, but this time, she was not fast enough. The blade grazed her side, tearing through the leather of her clothes. No blood spilled, but he had wounded her. Rather than bleed, her injury flickered a multitude of colors in rectangular shapes before the cut disappeared. It was as if Varziel had not just inflicted a wound upon her.
Then, just as Varziel was wondering if his attack had truly been ineffective, golden characters appeared above the woman’s head. The characters were completely useless to Varziel, who ignored them and pressed on his attack.
He slashed at her again, turning their bodies such that her back was facing the balcony rail and his back was turned to his office. He pushed her towards the edge of the balcony with each attack, each strike heavier and faster than the previous one, fueled by his growing dread. The woman moved like shadow, dodging and parrying each of his attacks with an uncanny precision.
Then, without warning, her hand flicked outwards, not toward him this time, but toward the ground. Ice bloomed beneath his feet, causing his footing to falter.