Chapter 86: one life into insanity.

Lynn slammed into the ground with enough force to crack her ribs.

The tendrils of shadow whipping around the corridor had painted the ceiling and walls black. A scorching blast seared past her cheek, singing her flesh—and violating a sacred tenet of her Flame Blessing in the process.

What the Ash is going on?!

Lynn struggled onto all-fours and wretched, spilling hot bile and blood between her hands. The act of breathing was agonizing, nearly blacking her out from pain alone. She had barely weathered two or three attacks from this newcomer, this other Damian Roswald—and she'd been handily defeated.

"I'm bored, bored bored boredboredboredbored."

Damian approached, his boots squelching through pools of blood.