Chapter 845: Almost there

Samael had been fighting for hours. It was enough time to observe his enemies. Normally, Samael didn't need hours to figure out how to defeat his enemy. However, Zero was cunning and creative. It took all of Samael's brain cells to realize that Zero based his plans on the books of adventures Samael wrote himself. 

Samael stretched his neck, cracking the tension on his shoulders. He stood on top of the gigantic black thread that looked like a Kraken. His Catharsis was plunged deep into the darkness he was standing on with Tristan's head in the middle of his darkening blade. 

"Fucking Quentin…" he mumbled, gazing down. 

The black threads he had been fighting fiercely were deflating ever so slowly. However, blood didn't spill on the ground. It was being absorbed by Catharsis. 

"Tilly…" he whispered, recalling the look in Tilly's eyes when he met her in the memory Samael was pulled into.