Chapter 226 Bloodfire Fang Effect
Lana finally reached Liam. Her boots skidded against the asphalt as she dropped beside him, her breath ragged and her heart thundering in her chest. "Liam!" she screamed, kneeling beside his limp body.
His shirt was drenched in blood, clinging to his skin in wet tatters. She grabbed the shredded fabric and yanked it upward, her fingers trembling. And then she saw it—the dagger.
The Bloodfire Fang was still buried in his side, glowing brighter than before. Its pulsating red core was alive with molten energy, as if feeding off Liam’s pain, drawing power from his suffering.
"No, no, no..." she whispered in horror.
Without hesitation, she grabbed the dagger’s hilt. It burned her palm, but she ignored the searing pain. With a desperate cry, she yanked it out.
Liam groaned loudly, his body twitching violently as the dagger slid free. Blood gushed out in a thick stream, and his upper body collapsed forward against her. The sudden weight made Lana stumble backward until she was sitting on the ground, Liam draped across her lap.
He wasn’t just bleeding—he was dying. His skin had already lost color, pale and clammy. His body trembled in short bursts. His breath came in strained, shallow gasps. His limbs felt like they had no strength left. Every now and then, his fingers twitched unconsciously, as if his nerves were spasming.
"Liam... stay with me," she whispered, holding his face gently with one blood-streaked hand. "Please..."
Then came footsteps. Heavy. Sluggish.
Two of Boris’s remaining guards approached from the shadows, their black armor glinting dully in the moonlight. Without a word, they took their place beside Boris and helped him up, one arm slung over each shoulder. He was a mess—bloody, broken, and barely holding himself together. But even in that state, there was a dark satisfaction in his eyes.
Boris raised his head and locked his gaze on Lana.