War IX

The Death winds gave a heavy toll to the heaven army. It was almost inescapable. Dreygo pushed himself to his limits, gave everything on his attack just to lay a clean blow to Pride. But it was futile, nothing was landing clean. The wolves jumped at him, he bit back to three of them and they died instantly after an agonizing writhing.

After witnessing his wolves died in front of him, a jolt of rage came at Pride and drove with hastened attack. His sword longer than usual but thinner than Dreygo’s blade, almost unseeing and found a clean cut to the latter’s shoulder through armor. The Enchantium blade pierced his skin, burning waves of pain loomed right after, his adrenalin did little to mask or delay the pain.

“You wretched Demon!” Pride’s eyes brightened in terror. Then his face turned mild right after. “I almost forgot you bore the fluid of death. Your venom.”

“Just one bite, Pride, and it will mean your death.” Dreygo taunted.

“Well, that opportunity is a little dim, don’t you thin
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