Chapter 35: Hell’s Call
Daylan's body began absorbing all the negative energy in the room, but he still struggled to rise. Noticing his attempt, Enzo immediately signaled the others to attack him.
Daylan locked eyes with one of Enzo's guards.
Soul Spiral
In an instant, blood began to trickle from his nose. Despite the difficulty, Daylan forced himself to his feet, enduring strikes from the guard while the other knelt on one knee, clutching his nose to stop the bleeding.
Before he could fully rise, something pierced through him—he'd been stabbed. Blood soaked his body as he stared down at the sword lodged in him, then looked up at the guard.
Leaving his wound unattended would likely slow him down—yet he was determined to land the first fatal strike, not let them take it.
Without a moment's hesitation, he extended his hand, and his dagger materialized.
Sync Loop. Eight seconds.
In the blink of an eye, the guard's sword shot toward his gut. Daylan seized the moment, catching the blade with his bare hands before driving his dagger into the guard's neck.
Blood splattered as the guard staggered back, clutching his throat.
Daylan turned to Enzo, who leaned against the wall, trembling and muttering something unintelligible. For a brief moment, Enzo smirked. At that same instant, Daylan struggled to move—something gripped his leg—before he could react, he was slammed into the ground.