Chapter 974 All Worthwhile

• Finneas' current strike howled forward, a crescent so bright it seemed capable of severing the vault of heaven itself. The gale that trailed behind stripped leaves from distant trees and set armor plates rattling in their fittings.
• Caelun did not parry, did not chant. He merely lifted his right hand with casual elegance, as though brushing dust from a sleeve.
• A low resonance—like a church bell—rolled out.