The metallic tang of blood filled the air, sharp and suffocating.
Liam clutched the jagged stump of his severed arm, his vision swimming as he glared at Sil.
Across the ruin of the battlefield, the Succubus Queen stood unmoved, her lips curled into a sneer of pure derision.
Beatrix saw her opening.
She unleashed a volley of searing fire, the heat distorting the air around her, but Sil didn't even flinch.
With a careless flick of her hand, the Succubus Queen shattered the incoming flames, her gaze shifting with glacial coldness from Beatrix to Liam.
"You failed," Sil mocked, her voice laced with amusement.
"Like mother, like daughter. Both of you are utterly useless."
Liam didn't dignify the insult with a response.
His pain was an anchor, grounding him in the present.
He forced his breathing to steady, and in that split second of distraction, he activated his skill: Devil Obsession.
