Chapter 279 Pure Aetherial
Clark spread his wings wide, the dark feathers glinting faintly under the moonlight. With a firm push, he flapped them hard and lifted himself higher. As the wind picked up around him, his eyes remained locked on Liam standing below.
"I still have the advantage of flight," Clark murmured to himself, feeling the air shift as he rose higher. "If I use it right... I can dominate this fight."
He dove.
With precision and speed, Clark zipped toward Liam, slicing through the air like a bullet. The moment he got close enough, he pulled his wings forward and clapped them together—one violent, thunderous flap that sent a sonic wave in all directions. The gust struck Liam straight in the chest.
The blast pushed Liam backward, dust and debris swirling around him as his boots slid against the dirt.
Clark narrowed his eyes as the dust settled. Liam had only moved... two steps.
"Two steps?!" Clark growled. "Are you kidding me?!"
Liam raised his head slowly, an amused look curling at the corner of his lips. His blue eyes sparkled with something dangerous, something that didn’t care for theatrics. His smile was crooked, half-taunt, half-welcome. It was the smile of a man who wanted more.
Then Liam moved.
In the blink of an eye, he vanished from his position and reappeared directly in front of Clark. His speed was unnatural, raw, explosive, and fluid all at once.
Clark barely had time to react. He instinctively tried to flap his wings to escape upward, but it was too late. Liam’s hand had already grabbed one of his wings, holding it tight with a crushing grip.
"Shit—" Clark muttered, realizing how strong Liam’s hold was.