Chapter 177 Death Bearer

• His body lay lifeless, his skin brittle and pale like ancient parchment. The very essence of him had been drained away, leaving him dry—so dry, he was crumbling. Dust flaked from his fingertips, his lips cracked like scorched earth. It was as if death itself had reached inside him and hollowed him out.
• “No, no, no!” My scream tore through the air, echoing across the streets. Victoria jerked her head toward me, her expression shifting from shock to horror.
• Luke’s voice slithered into my ears, cold and laced with amusement. “You think the Darklord’s servants don’t plan ahead?” He let out a scoff, shaking his head. “They drained his blood on the way.”