Chapter 38: (CH37) THE DEATH
The throne room buzzed with a tension Luis couldn’t explain—something ancient, something wrong. The air smelled like scorched metal and forgotten bones, the kind of scent that settled behind the teeth. Before him stood Aerion, the Whisperwind Scion—elegant, calm, and terrifying. He didn’t move like a warrior. He moved like a song, gliding on invisible strings.
Luis, in his EXO-SUIT, should’ve felt secure. He didn’t.
Zyx’s whisper still echoed in his mind:"Hi-Monster."
Aerion’s voice slid into the room like silk dipped in venom.
"What a charming surprise. A God of Misfortune, now clinging to tin puppets."
Luis activated the EXO-SUIT. The hiss of hydraulics steadied his hands.
"They’re not primitive," he muttered. "They’re effective."
But Aerion was already gone.
Not blurred. Not fast. Gone—like he’d stepped out of reality.
"Behind you!" Zyx screamed.
Luis twisted, hammer already mid-swing. A flash of blue—then pain. Electricity screamed across his ribs, leaving a hiss of burnt metal.