Chapter 300: Arena of Black Glass
Samuel's POV
The moment her blades lit up again, I knew it wasn't over.
Vaelira Duskheart didn't flinch—she lunged.
"Let's stop talking," she growled, "and start bleeding."
My gauntlets met her twin sabers mid-air. The clash sent a sonic boom across the obsidian arena, cracking the ground beneath our feet.
"Finally," I smirked, fangs showing. "I was getting bored."
She twisted her body mid-air, bringing one saber down in an arc toward my neck. I raised my forearm, Oblivion Chain snapping into place to absorb the blow—but her second blade curved behind the first like a serpent.
Blood sprayed. My shoulder burned.
I countered immediately with a Crimson Cataclysm—a swirling vortex of blood-red force erupting from my core. It slammed into her, flinging her across the arena like a ragdoll.
But she rolled, landed, and grinned like a war goddess high on rage.
"Good," she spat. "Hurt me more."