Emery surged forward, his predatory instincts pushing him to close the distance. He had to stop Adam and silence the Nephilim Apostle before the bells drained him completely.
But Adam, relying on the divine wings that spanned majestically from his back, gracefully soared away, maintaining a safe distance while continuing to chant, the intricate sealing spell.
Every step he took felt heavier, his movements slower, as if the very air around him had thickened. The Khaos energy, once a raging storm within him, now felt like a dwindling ember, slowly being snuffed out.
At that moment, Emery understood the true nature of the trap he had walked into. The Nephilim hadn't just chosen Adam by chance. They had studied him and learned from the many battles he had fought over the last few years. They knew about his primal beast, his reliance on Khaos, and had prepared accordingly.
Emery's breathing grew ragged as the relentless pursuit dragged on.
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