Chapter 352: Shadowfold Throne, Watching the Clash
Roselle’s POV
The screen shook. Even from here—across realms, anchored by divine threads—I could feel the shockwave of his strike.
"Hah..." I exhaled, chest rising.
Samuel’s form had become something beyond mortal, beyond myth. He wasn’t a man anymore.
He was a storm made flesh.
Clad in voidlight, wrapped in screaming flame, his fists radiated a primal desire to break anything that dared defy him. Watching him go blow-for-blow with Xir’Zul—an ancient, god-killer warden born of nightmare—and win...
Gods.
My thighs pressed tighter together.
"Mmm... My dark monster," I whispered, dragging a finger along my collarbone, down my chest, my skin glowing faintly with Goddess Heat. "That fury... that rhythm... That’s not just battle."
It was seduction.
The way he moved, each punch a symphony of destruction. The way his arms flexed, blood and flame coating him like war-paint. I could practically feel the pressure of those fists gripping my waist, the heat of that body pinning me down like I was another battlefield he meant to conquer.