Chapter 422 – Coin of Equal Blood
Sira bit her lip. "Mmm. True."
[Warning: Provocation successful. Rage aura rising from all three targets. Psychological taunt landed.]
Dravik snarled. "Enough talk—"
But Lux flicked his wrist.
Fifty floating orbs—black, glowing with ember veins—burst into formation behind him. They hovered, humming with dark energy, each one a tiny sphere of debt. Curse-encoded. Pressure-sensitive.
[Demonic Orbs: 50 units summoned.]
"You're right," Lux said, adjusting his grip on his daggers. "You're stronger. You've fought longer. You've bled more."
He floated closer, black wings spreading with sharp grace.
"But I didn't come here to match strength."
He twirled one dagger—graceful, silent, efficient.
"I came to outlast you. To out-think you."
Sira floated beside him now, eyes glowing Pride-gold. "And maybe humiliate you. For fun."
