Chapter 135: The Dungeon Break
Ragnar shot his fist into the air.
Boom.
In a blink, constructs of raw soul energy erupted like jagged spears, racing skyward before suddenly pausing mid-air — twisting, turning, and then redirecting straight at him.
Dozens of them. Razor-sharp, fast, and precise.
"— How the hell did he do that?" Zayn muttered, spinning in the air with the agility of a born warrior.
His boots slammed into the ground, dust scattering. His eyes gleamed, adrenaline pumping.
Zayn didn’t wait.
He twirled his fingers, channeling a thin, shimmering soul thread from his palm.
A heartbeat later, he was weaving — zigzagging between the speeding constructs like a dancer between falling blades.
Every dodge was inches from death, every move calculated chaos. If he lost here... well, that went a huge chunk of his ego.
And besides Seren was watching, what kind of big brother would he be if he couldn’t win against Ragnar?