Fuller and his g**g oozed danger from every pore—especially Fuller himself, whose aura squeezed the air from Eldric's lungs like a python's grip.
The suffocating pressure made Eldric's Qi Refining Level seem like child's play. One thing became crystal clear: this man's cultivation realm dwarfed his own by several stages.
A shadow crossed Eldric's face. Executioner's axes loomed over them today. Against such monstrous strength, he and Ms. Veyra stood little chance.
*I'd rather be struck by lightning than let harm come to her.* Nails biting into his palms, he made his choice—when hell broke loose, he'd carve her escape route in his own flesh. However slim the hope.
Better one breathing than two corpses.
Lirael, with her noble standing and countless kindnesses, didn't deserve this nightm
