Chapter 1165 – Cursed Guard [Part 7]
Lux stared at the enormous formation surrounding Princess Eve. Thousands of symbols glowed beneath the white stone, crimson lines pulsing in perfect rhythm with her heartbeat.
One pulse.
The formation brightened.
Another.
The crystals surrounding her drew another thread of pale energy from her body.
Eve flinched.
Lux's fingers tightened around his twin daggers.
He needed to do something.
The problem was what?
Destroying the formation outright could kill her. Severing the wrong line might collapse whatever delicate relationship existed between Eve's life force and the extraction system. Even Teleportation was questionable. Spatial anchors surrounded her body precisely to prevent someone from simply grabbing her and leaving.
Kaelmor had built the magical equivalent of a hostage situation.
Touch the wrong thing?
Princess dies.
Lux hated competent assholes.
Suddenly, a massive hand grabbed his shoulder.
