Chapter 423: The One Who Should Be Angry
The beast looked down.
Slowly.
Almost disbelievingly.
Blood soaked his chest, spreading outward from where Orion's sword had pierced him.
He lifted his head.
And stared at Orion.
His remaining eye was wide with shock.
"…How?" the beast breathed.
Orion rolled his shoulder once, a sharp flex meant to loosen tight muscles.
"Huh," he muttered mildly. "That should've killed you."
He tilted his head a little to the side.
"…Guess my aim was off."
Sophia blinked.
The beast's lips parted.
His gaze flicked again—down to the blade still buried in his chest.
Then back to Orion.
"How," he repeated hoarsely.
Orion frowned at him, genuinely confused.
"…How what?"
The beast stared at him.
"How are you able to hurt me?" the beast asked.
The words came out strained now, as if his mouth no longer trusted the rules of the world it had lived by.
"That shouldn't be possible," he told Orion, who squinted at him and shrugged.
