Chapter 316: The Killing Intent
Samuel's POV
"Damn it," I muttered under my breath, the lingering traces of Ezra's voidfire still fading from the air. He got away... just like that.
No fancy spells. No portal. Just—gone. Like reality itself let him slip through the cracks.
I let the silence settle for a beat, then turned to Henry and Owen with a sharp grin cutting across my face.
"Looks like we've got ourselves a challenge," I said, cracking my knuckles. "So, boys... wanna see who takes him down first?"
Henry raised an eyebrow, arms folded over his chest. "Oh, you're on. But don't come crying when I drag what's left of him back before your sword even finds his shadow."
Owen snorted, brushing dust off his coat. "You two can race all you want. I'm not in it for the competition." He paused, then smirked. "But if I do bring him in first... drinks are on you."
I chuckled, the heat of the moment sparking in my chest like fire catching wind. Yeah... this is what I needed. A goal. A rival. A damn reason to swing with everything I've got.
Roselle, standing behind me, just sighed.