Chapter 181: Samuel – The King Who Stands Above All
(Samuel's POV – A Beautiful Mess)
The cavern was a disaster zone—cracked ground, ashes of monsters swirling in the stale air, the scent of burnt abyssal energy thick around us.
I smirked, taking in the destruction Henry and I had caused. Bodies—no, dust—of Abyssal Stalkers littered the battlefield, their remains nothing more than a testament to our power.
I exhaled, blood dripping from my knuckles, my Abyssal Gauntlets still humming with raw energy.
"Damn," I muttered, stretching my shoulders. "That was even better than breaking Bitch Bardot's ego."
Henry chuckled darkly, rolling his shoulders as he inspected the mess we'd left behind.
"You're really holding onto that hatred, huh?" he mused, smirking.
I grinned, cracking my knuckles. "Of course. But this? This is way more satisfying."
Henry flicked the blood off his Sword of the First Dawn, his golden eyes glowing in the dim cavern light.
"Yeah," he admitted, glancing at the ruined battlefield. "Can't argue with that. Watching these bastards crumble under our strength? Priceless."
A deep rumbling echoed through the dungeon, the very walls reacting to our destruction.