"Haa… haaa…" Hades breathed heavily, arms trembling, eyes bloodshot—yet even with his body screaming for rest, the murderous haze wrapped around him only thickened.
His gaze never left the shrinking mist that held Mytheon's dwarfed form. Once colossal, now reduced to something pitiful. Chaos Particles clung to him like a curse, eating through his essence, denying him the luxury of regeneration.
The battlefield froze in a tense, breathless stillness. Only two figures remained locked in a glare sharp enough to slice through the rotting air between them.
Peri bled from shallow cuts, her breath uneven, but her stance never wavered. She stood like a cornered wolf—shivering from pain, yet starving for another fight.
Averis steadied her blood-scythe, her fingers tightening, her senses stretched thin across the remains of the graveyard. One wrong twitch from the mist, and she would strike without hesitation.
