CHAPTER 231
With a brutal, horizontal twist of her massive neck, she tore her jaws away from the creature's shoulder, ripping a massive, irreparable chunk of the dark, slimy flesh completely out of its body. The monster stumbled back, its right arm hanging limply at its side, completely useless.
The grey, decaying rot was already spreading down its forearm, the forbidden magic within its structure collapsing under the purity of the Lycan's strike.
For the first time since the encounter began, the faceless monolith showed a genuine sign of vulnerability.
It staggered backward, its smooth, blank head jerking from side to side as if frantically looking for an escape route. The absolute, mocking arrogance that had radiated from its silent mass was entirely gone, replaced by a chaotic, uncoordinated panic.
But they were done letting it dictate the terms of this war.
'Lucian, hold its legs!' Isabella commanded through the link, her voice a roaring tempest of absolute dominance.
