Chapter 131: Next stop Europe
A streak of black lightning cracked across the ocean’s surface, not from the sky, but from her steps. Each pawfall birthed a surge of unnatural force, warping the water momentarily before it calmed behind her.
A majestic tigress, vast in size and presence, tore across the waves as if the sea itself bent to her will. Her fur, pure white and ethereal, shimmered beneath the mid-morning sun, streaked with battle-born scars and glints of raw mana.
Upon her back rode a figure equally impossible to ignore.
Draped in obsidian, the young man sat with the quiet confidence of someone who had nothing left to prove—only promises to keep.
His coat fluttered behind him like a war banner, matching the darkness of his inner garments, trousers, and sleek boots. A jet-black katana—its hilt etched with unfamiliar, glowing runes—was fastened tightly to his hip, its presence whispering danger to any who dared approach.
Golden-yellow hair framed a face that had seen too much too young. His eyes, once perhaps naïve or warm, now gleamed with a cold precision, honed by loss and vengeance.
This was Alexa and Nyxara, as Nyxara tore through the sea with the grace of a legend beast—because she was one.
They were leaving.
Not running. Not escaping. Just... moving forward.
The Earth Domain lay far behind them now. A land that had borne witness to history, both its salvation and its destruction.
It had only been a few days since the fall of the Earth Clan Patriarch, Khepri—a name once spoken with reverence, now with disbelief. The world had not yet caught up to the shock. Whispers traveled faster than truth, but even whispers could not deny what had occurred.