Chapter 34: Sacrifice
Azrael prided himself on two things: his resilience and his swiftness. But before the being now chasing him, both were meaningless.
His Ascension Level was inferior, as well as his Purity and Corruption Rank. Every trick he could use, every advantage he could get by being lucky, wouldn’t be able to make a difference.
His companion was still with him, but even two against one, their deaths seemed inevitable.
They ran with everything they had, but the Mindweaver was closing in. Thanks to the padding on its insectile legs, it moved with the silence of death itself. The only warning of its rapid approach was the enormous growing shadow it cast over them.
’I’m not dying like this,’ Azrael thought, veins bulging with power as he pushed his body to the limit, summoning every last ounce of strength.
With a flick of his finger, he called forth Gravebloom. The scythe materialized in his hands, ready to reap both life and death alike.
But its blade wasn’t aimed at the monster. It was aimed at the nearest Chosen.
Thanks to the chaos that had erupted in the entire area of the military school, countless people were running left and right. And Azrael was going to make use of that.
His scythe blurred through the air, and in the next instant, it severed the legs of a frightened young girl. Their eyes met for a heartbeat—hers filled with disbelief, his with cold calculation.
Victor did the same. His double axe cleaved through the torso of another Chosen, cutting halfway through. The victim collapsed, blood spilling as strength left his body.
The demon duo didn’t halt their steps even for a moment, Azrael’s eyes locked on the shadow behind them.
He allowed himself a brief sigh of relief when it stopped. Just for a second, he risked turning his head.