Chapter 317
Author: Lily Monroe
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He thought—he was going to die.

This battle had drained his essence, vigor, and spirit down to the husk, like an old pouch scooped clean. He stood there with a tight ache in his chest, and in his eyes a numb despair slowly surfaced—like only death could close the book.

Anthony wasted no words. His aura drew to a needle, momentum cresting—kill again. If not now, when to end the Fiends?

He sank his palm; force streamed from spine to arm; a sweeping blow fell. Air boomed; the Fiends were blasted away, kites with their strings snapped, smashing through pillars in showers of stone.

They twitched to struggle; weird force flickered along their arm-bones, muscle fibers scaling with light. In Anthony’s eyes, such an uptick was beneath notice.

His fingers ringed them like hoops, clamping the trunk; his grip cinched tight.

Pop!

As if crushing a sack of foul gas, the Fiends blew to a blood-mist in his hands. Stench rolled out, rank and pepper-hot, stinging noses; onlookers turned their faces asid
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    The shadow on the Dragon-Slayer’s face suddenly cleared; a thin curve lifted his mouth, like a hunter finally greeting the perfect wind. Anthony slowly raised both arms; with each rise of his chest, vast energy flooded toward his palms like a tide. Air churned; his hems bellied with no breeze. His gaze held steady, like a man opening his arms to an oncoming storm.Since we’re here—since we’ve come this far—then we gamble once.In the next instant, the air rose like a suddenly heaved tide, curling in from all sides. Anthony spread his arms and stepped forward, and the power inside him surged, sweeping upward to braid with the Dragon-Slayer’s cold, keen edge in midair—two rivers of different colors converging beneath the sky. At the moment of contact, the dust around them compressed into an invisible ring that raced outward, rasping across rubble and cheeks alike, cold enough to bite.A shaft of blinding gold broke from Anthony’s body, lightning-veins unfurling from his palms, racing al

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    He thought—he was going to die.This battle had drained his essence, vigor, and spirit down to the husk, like an old pouch scooped clean. He stood there with a tight ache in his chest, and in his eyes a numb despair slowly surfaced—like only death could close the book.Anthony wasted no words. His aura drew to a needle, momentum cresting—kill again. If not now, when to end the Fiends?He sank his palm; force streamed from spine to arm; a sweeping blow fell. Air boomed; the Fiends were blasted away, kites with their strings snapped, smashing through pillars in showers of stone.They twitched to struggle; weird force flickered along their arm-bones, muscle fibers scaling with light. In Anthony’s eyes, such an uptick was beneath notice.His fingers ringed them like hoops, clamping the trunk; his grip cinched tight.Pop!As if crushing a sack of foul gas, the Fiends blew to a blood-mist in his hands. Stench rolled out, rank and pepper-hot, stinging noses; onlookers turned their faces asid

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