Chapter LXVII: Commoda Mihi Veres
The battle rages on in the ruined old chapel, a place once sacred, now turned into a battleground of light and darkness.
Liz's eyes blaze with determination as she raises the Century Sword, its golden glow humming in her grip. Ivan stands before her, his figure cloaked in shadows, holding a jagged blade born from the blackest void.
Their swords meet in a blinding clash of holy radiance and cursed darkness.
Sparks fly as steel collides, illuminating the misty air.
"You'll never win, Ivan!" Liz shouts. "You think you've claimed him—but Bennett was never yours to begin with! He belongs to God!"
Ivan chuckles darkly, "Then let God save him now!"
Their swords crash again, Liz gritting her teeth as she holds back the immense pressure. Meanwhile, Adrian tw
