Chapter 222: Vulnerable
In a blink, they were airborne, the wind screaming past, moonlight streaking their path like silver ribbons.
Liss’s leaps were precise, her boots barely grazing rooftops before launching again, her body a blur of power and grace.
Within seconds, they landed beside the twins, the impact soft but firm, dust swirling around them in the shattered street.
The twins lay still, their naked bodies entwined, subtle steam rising from their sweat-soaked skin, their black eyes closed, their breaths faint but steady.
The Reaper’s smeared remains lay nearby, a grotesque stain of blood, bone.
Kael knelt beside them, his torn coat pooling around him, his hand hovering over Lila’s shoulder, checking her pulse, his face etched with relief and worry.
Liss stood guard, her blue eyes scanning the darkness, her suit’s ivory plates glinting, ready for any lingering threat.
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The moon hung high, a pale sentinel casting its cold glow over the shattered street, where Liss crouched silently beside the unconscious twins, her blonde hair brushing her cheek as the midnight wind whispered past.
Her midnight-blue hero suit clung to her toned curves, ivory plating scratched from earlier battles, her blue eyes narrowing as they landed on Lila, now lying peacefully on the asphalt.
Lila’s body was pristine, her neck whole, unmarred—no trace of the scythe that had cleaved it clean.