CHAPTER 998
"....!!!"
The entire battlefield was plunged into a state of debilitating shock as Devan's massive frame crashed into the earth with a thud so resonant it shook the very foundations of the terrain.
Both ally and enemy alike—the Dawn forces and the Behemoth Clan—watched in stunned silence as Grey hovered in the air.
In his grasp, he held a mangled portion of Devan's heart like a gruesome trophy, torn and violently ripped out as if it were nothing but scrap parchment.
Blood rolled down Grey's hand in thick rivulets as the dust finally settled, revealing Devan lying in an ever-expanding pool of his own crimson.
He was alive… but barely.
His mind could only ponder one question: How?
Everything had transpired with such sudden, overlapping violence that he hadn't realized who was where or what was happening before it culminated in his current broken condition.
But the most staggering realization was how Grey had bypassed his legendary resilience.
