Chapter 278

When the blade pierced his heart, time shattered with the sound of breaking bone.

Light tore from the wound — not red, not gold, but silver-white, the ancient color of the De Luca soul.

Elara screamed so loudly her voice cracked. She crawled toward him, fingers leaving streaks of blood across the stone.

Drakon pounded against the invisible wall separating realms.

The Aether-Mage lifted his hand.