Chapter 337: The Eternal Apex
Samuel's POV
Their blades were already singing.
My gauntlets flared—runic energy roaring down my arms, casting arcs of flame, void, and shadow. The first Echo-Samuel reached me, the one bathed in celestial light, eyes glowing with righteousness and pain. He moved with grace and conviction, swinging a radiant blade shaped like an oath.
"You were the best of us once," he said as his blade came down.
I met it with both fists—blocking it mid-swing and unleashing a shockwave so fierce it sent him flying.
"Too much mercy," I spat, spinning to intercept the one cloaked in sorrow—his face pale, sunken, haunted. He didn't speak. Just raised a hand and unleashed a wave of despair. My memories surged, unbidden—Abigail. The betrayal. The wedding. The nights alone.
For a split second, I hesitated.
And that's when he struck.
A blade of memory pierced my shoulder—cold, numbing, old. My knees buckled slightly before I roared and twisted, grabbing the blade and snapping it in half.
"Your sorrow made you weak," I growled through clenched teeth. "Mine made me furious."
I blasted him with Devourer's Pulse, the raw chaotic energy ripping through his chest like a collapsing star. He was gone before he could scream.