Chapter 489: The Children of Noir Part 1
…Hollow Shade…Southern Gate…
Nethlas dug her claws into the ground and roared, the air itself vibrating with a biting cold edge.
Gian did not falter and walked on. “I am the Shield of Veres,” he spoke calmly. “I am the Sword of our Blood and the bane of our enemies. Be it monster or man— this shall be your end.”
The dragonbane charged, her every step ripping apart the cobblestone and shaking the ground. Gian leaned forward and ran at her. He shifted his feet as she drew close and jumped aside, running Primoria across the open wounds on her ribcage. Life energy coated the golden blade as it slipped between the ribs and sliced into her lung. Nethlas jerked back and tottered several paces away.
As I thought… Gian wiped the black ichor off Primoria’s blade with a flick of his wrist. She’s slower. Her deeper wounds haven’t fully healed yet.
Nethlas bared her black glistening teeth and muttered something in an alien language, her voice deep like the ocean.
She’s angry. Good.
He poured more life force into the Primoria, sharpening the golden edge until the sword glowed with power. Despite the wounds covering his body, Gian stood up straight and grinned wide. “Come on now, is that all you’ve g—?”
Her tail whipped out in a flash. Gian swerved underneath the stinger and slashed Primoria between the tail’s protruding spikes, slicing to the bone. Nethlas shrieked and pulled her tail back, its latter half hanging limp and dripping black ichor.