Chapter 322: What are you doing here?
Harry stared down at Adolf’s barely conscious figure, the faint remnants of a smirk still dancing on his lips.
He wasn’t surprised the man was still clinging to life—not after all the desperate strength he had shown earlier.
But there was something... interesting about the silence now, something that pulled at Harry’s thoughts and narrowed his eyes.
"Hmm," he muttered, a strange glint flashing in his gaze.
He crouched once again, lowering himself beside the smoldering wreckage of what had once been Adolf Rashin.
The heat around the man’s body was intense, his scorched flesh still hissing softly as it cooled against the blackened earth.
Harry didn’t flinch. He reached forward and gently placed a hand on Adolf’s head, fingers threading through the ash-coated strands of what was left of his singed hair.
"You probably still believe your mission is so holy," he whispered, voice laced with disdain. "Colluding with demons... how disgusting."
The words were quiet, but they carried a deep bite of contempt—enough that even in his broken state, Adolf’s ruined face twitched.
The brief change in expression didn’t escape Harry, nor did the almost imperceptible surge of anger that passed through the charred husk of a man.
Harry’s eyes narrowed as they began to glow bright blue. The hue deepened as arcs of faint energy rippled from his palm and danced across Adolf’s skull like strands of lightning.