Chapter 68: Where is Nyla?
The malformed werewolf lay still on the ground, dead in every sense of the word.
Its body, once a grotesque mass of muscle, flesh, and glowing parasitic veins, was now nothing more than a hollow carcass. The crimson spider lily in its eye had withered into a black, shriveled-up state.
In regards to the body itself... No trace of life remained whatsoever. The beast had no heartbeat... No muscle movement... Not even a soul lingered in its shell.
His life function had all been erased, causing the cells inside to die and wither, converting living cells to dead cells.
The Authority of War had done its work... and then some. But there was no satisfaction in victory. To be honest, this was his way of getting back at the enemy who had hurt his first friend in this world.
After looking down at his work, his mind switched back to Keira. At this point, he was wearing a new feather fit, but that aside, he rushed to her side.
"Keira...
He called out ot her, falling to her side.
And as he looked down, he swallowed his spit in horror, seeing the damage down to her with that one attack that left a massive gaping wound at the center of her chest.
The werewolf’s massive fist had punched straight through her, the wound wide enough to nearly rip her in half. Her torn kimono, scorched at the edges and soaked in blood, as it clung weakly to her fragile frame.
Adam dropped to his knees beside her, his voice trembling.