Chapter 9- Cruxius’ new found S rank ability.
It's a cruel thing—watching opportunity slit its own throat right before your eyes.
One moment, the world holds its breath, brimming with possibility. The next... it bleeds.
Like fate reaching out a hand, only to sever its own fingers mid-reach.
That's exactly what Cruxius felt.
Darithi's mouth opened—but no sound came. Blood sprayed from her lips as her hands twitched, fingers curling like dying leaves.
Her body was yanked—violently, unnaturally—twisting mid-air before crashing into jagged rocks with a sickening thud.
Time slowed.
Her limbs snapped into impossible angles.
Her eyes rolled back, white and frozen. And in that hollow pause, a man stood still, staring at her, thinking—I need to change this habit of yours, Darithi.
Cruxius kept his eyes on Darithi—her body limp like a ragdoll, twisted grotesquely despite her strength and rank—as she collapsed before Ryken.
Their collision had been like a speeding train hitting a bicycle.