[Author's Note: The following chapter contains scenes of extreme graphic violence and gore. Reader discretion is heavily advised.]
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Chapter 118: Death is a Mercy
The agonizing, blood-curdling screams of Valerius Thorne echoed off the high stone walls of the Iron Colosseum.
He thrashed wildly on the cratered floor, his pristine white suit soaked in a spreading pool of his own dark blood.
For a C-Grade Incubus Lord, losing a limb was supposed to be a temporary setback.
His Level 50 biology should have instantly triggered a massive cellular regeneration, sealing the wound and beginning the process of bone reconstruction.
But the wound did not close. It burned.
The invisible embers of my Law of Emotional Radiance clung to his torn flesh, actively incinerating the very concept of healing.
During the fifty-eight days of the grace period, Anise had relentlessly trained me to hone my Law. She taught me how to make the flames linger, how to attach my raw fury to an enemy's soul.
