(Planet Juxta, The Sky Above, Raymond and Charles's POV)
Although he had survived Charles's blade, what unsettled Raymond far more was how the Cult's Vice Sect Master had managed to weaponize Soron's aura against him, and the chilling possibility that he might still have more of those orbs hidden away.
The thought gnawed at him, for in all his years of training beneath Kaelith, he had never once heard of a God's aura being stored, let alone unleashed as a weapon.
"How did you do it? How did you put Soron's aura into a glass orb? Tell me, and perhaps I will grant you an easy death."
Raymond pressed, his curiosity sharpened by anger.
But Charles only raised his blood-soaked hand and gave him the finger, his lips curling into a grin even as exhaustion clung to his frame.
"Fuck you—"
The Cult's Vice Sect Master spat, his defiance plain, as Raymond's fury flared, the Demi-God launching a fresh flurry of attacks.
*CLANG*
*CLANG*
*SLASH*
