Chapter 79: New Arrivals
Arthur didn’t linger to relish in the small victory of escaping death. The knight’s momentary setback was just that—momentary—and he knew with grim certainty that the armored horror would resume its attack within seconds. Every heartbeat was precious now.
He scrambled across the stone floor toward Aziel, his boots slipping on ancient dust as he closed the distance between them..
Aziel remained propped against the wall, his chest heaving with exertion. Despite the dire circumstances, an almost delirious grin stretched across his dirt-streaked face, eyes bright with the peculiar euphoria that sometimes follows a brush with death.
"You see that shit?" Aziel wheezed, pride evident in his strained voice as Arthur reached him.
Arthur ignored his companion’s ill-timed celebration, grabbing Aziel’s arm and pulling it around his shoulders in one swift motion. He winced as his weight shifted onto his injured leg but didn’t resist Arthur’s assistance.
Behind them, the knight was already recovering. With mechanical precision, it reached up and tore the lightning-infused spear from its chest plate as though it were nothing more than a minor inconvenience. No blood flowed from the wound—if there even was a wound beneath that impenetrable armor. The creature discarded the weapon with contemptuous ease, tossing it aside as if it weighed nothing.
The spear never reached the ground. Instead, it dissolved into a cascade of blue-white sparks that scattered across the stone floor before winking out of existence.
The knight’s sheep like helmet tilted downward, its metal eyes fixed on the two wounded fighters. Then it charged, each thunderous footfall sending tremors through the ancient stonework.
"Move!" Arthur hissed, half-dragging Aziel toward the chamber’s exit.