Chapter 45 : Twenty-Four Hours of Peace
"That actually worked?" Dirga muttered, still catching his breath.
The lingering hum of his Crimson Core faded to a dull glow.
A grin tugged at the edge of his bruised, blood-smeared lips.
This was it.
This was the form he had imagined — a weapon that could wrap, bind, pull — that could make his ultimate strike land without relying on timing alone.
A tool perfectly synchronized with his concept.
He didn’t need to wait for the enemy to enter his range anymore.
Now he brought them in.
A familiar voice cut through the air like a teasing breeze.
"Nice one," Sasa said, suddenly hovering nearby like a smug genie. "At least you earned your day off. Remember — twenty-four hours, exactly. Then you’re back in the meat grinder."
Sasa gave a dramatic thumbs-up, his expression somewhere between cheerleader and chaos god.