Duke Haborym did not waste a single moment. His grip tightened, the muscles in his arm bulging grotesquely as he attempted to crush Corbin's neck on the spot, his fingers digging in with enough force to shatter bone like glass.
But before that force could be fully realized…
Swish!
A streak of golden light split the space between them. In the next instant, Corbin's body dropped from the Duke's grasp, crashing onto the ground below and coughing violently as he rolled across the shattered earth. Clutched tightly in his hand was the Duke's severed arm, its fingers still locked in the position they held moments ago.
Duke Haborym's eyes widened. He had not seen it, not even a trace. From the corner of his vision, he caught sight of the shelled archangel and realized it was responsible for the strike, yet he had no time to act against Gilbert.
Damian was already there.
Standing directly before him.
