Chapter 183: The Final Strike
(Samuel's POV)
Blood dripped from my mouth as I staggered to my feet, my entire body screaming in pain. The Abyssal Tyrant loomed over us, its void-like eyes burning with a predatory hunger. It had adapted to everything we threw at it—our strength, our techniques, even our own attacks.
We were both severely injured, but giving up?
Not an option.
I glanced at Henry, my breath ragged.
"We have to eradicate it in one shot."
Henry, also barely standing, clenched his Sword of the First Dawn, golden divine energy crackling around his body. His celestial aura flared, but even he knew we were at our limit.
His golden eyes met mine, understanding immediately.
"You mean..." he exhaled, wiping the blood off his lips. "A combined attack? Using your Breath of Destruction and Dragon's Fear—"
I nodded, wiping the blood from my chin.
"And your Divine Judgment."