The War for The North [67]
Chapter 180: The Crimson Night [8]
The deadly dance in the sky continued without slowing.
Cassian barely slipped between four holy blades descending like a guillotine, escaping with a reflex measured in milliseconds.
Twisting his body at an unnatural angle, he found a narrow opening between the Archangel's many arms and mercilessly drove his black sword forward.
But the Archangel neither felt pain nor hesitated.
One of its free arms swung with incomprehensible speed and struck the arm holding Cassian's sword. The disgusting crack of bones breaking was audible even through the roar of the battle.
The black sword embedded in the angel's flesh was instantly swallowed and dissolved by radiant holy mana, and the wound closed smoothly before a single drop of blood could fall.
The same simultaneous cycle applied to Cassian. Dark mana spilled from his shattered arm, stitching crushed bones and torn muscles back together instantly.
