Chapter 674 – Hatred
Lux didn't answer immediately. His eyes drifted back toward the place he'd just come from, still echoing faintly in his mind, like a memory sealed in gold. The residual contract lines shimmered faintly in his vision, thread-thin and taut, still connected to the one entity not present here in body yet.
Zehar.
Corvus clicked his talons nervously on the edge of his arm. "So uh… what are you going to do with him?"
Lux didn't reply. Not yet. He was already thinking.
His eyes lifted slowly.
And there he was.
Still massive. Still very much a walking existential disaster.
The Beberly Hills sunlight made the Overlord look worse. Ugly, oily smoke bleeding from… his body? Lux wasn't sure. And dozens of sigils carved into his limbs like open wounds. Greed. A proof that he belonged to Lux. Shadows curled unnaturally along the road.
Lux looked around slowly.
Yeah.
This space had already been altered.
