Space distorted violently around Luca as his mana erupted without restraint, the air itself twisting beneath overwhelming spatial pressure while his crimson eyes narrowed with killing intent.
The sight before him ignited something primal inside his chest.
Sylthara's body hung suspended in the air within the chained creature's grasp, her silver hair fluttering wildly amidst the corrupted storm while blackened mana spread rapidly from the creature's fingers across her throat and shoulder like living poison.
Yet even then—
She did not panic.
Her golden eyes remained sharp despite the pain clearly flashing across her face as shadow mana exploded outward around her body in violent waves. Darkness spread beneath the creature's feet unnaturally before dozens of shadow blades erupted upward simultaneously toward its blind spots.
The chained being barely reacted.
Its crimson eyes remained fixed calmly upon her while the shadow blades pierced through its body—
