Bab 121: The King of Heroes' Choice

Meanwhile, Adam drew his short swords, their chilly hum a melody heralding the chaos he would rain on this town.

The clangour of Karna and Achilles' spears reverberated behind him, adding to the urgency fueling his steps. Each stomp he took left a trail of charred pit wafting the scent of burnt soil.

Almost reaching the walls, his demonic essence flared, the golden veins on his scales brightening under their influence.

Instantly, vapor billowed around him as his dark flames crackled to life. They covered his palms like searing gloves as he raised his head.

A smirk playing on his lips, he scrutinised the King of Heroes' trembling figure, his eyes sparkling with mockery.