Chapter 684 – The Forgotten Ring
The slime rose upward, stretching into a taller, more cohesive shape. Limbs began to form. Shoulders. A chestplate of corrupted gel. Fingers. A neck. Then… a mouth. Long, sharp-toothed. Still translucent, but now vaguely humanoid, like a nightmare made of molten jelly and arcane spite. And finally, glowing green infernal runes, Lux's sigils, flickered to life across his collar and sternum.
Lux grinned. "I see… you recovered faster than I expected."
Zehar's new mouth curled into a sneer. "Don't be too happy, son of Greed."
His voice was deep. Gravel over boiling tar.
"We still have a score to settle."
Lux leaned casually against the counter. "You're my servant now."
"I didn't choose that."
"No one ever chooses debt," Lux said with a shrug. "That's why it works."
Zehar hissed again. "You think this ends here?"
Lux didn't flinch. "You want to kill me? Sure. Try. Just know your core will explode on impact."
