Chapter 60: End of Hero’s
"Be glad," Kael muttered, gripping the scythe tight. "I kept this a secret—even from the gods."
The weapon trembled in his hands.
It wasn’t listening.
It kept twisting, trying to pull free—like it still wanted to return to its old master. The more Kael held on, the more it drained from him. His arms were shaking now.
Time was running out. Kael could feel it in his bones—if he didn’t end this soon, the weapon would tear itself from him.
He stepped forward, dragging the scythe behind him. The blade scraped across the dirt, leaving a long, shallow scar on the ground.
That’s when Victor roared and lunged, his massive body shattering the ground beneath him. His claws swept forward, aimed straight for Kael’s chest—fast and heavy.
That moment time itself slowed down. He could see his movement—like time itself bowed to him.
He wondered to himself as he dodged, Is this how Kronos sees the world?
He turned his body slightly—just enough to avoid the claw—and then he brought the scythe up in a clean arc. The shaft slid under Victor’s arm, redirecting the momentum. His feet shifted once, then again.
He spun. Continued to build up speed.