Chapter 870 The Crimson Covenant

• "There's nothing to talk about. You want me dead. I want you buried. You really think there's room for negotiation between us?"
• Even as the words left his mouth, Sebastian was moving, firing off dozens of strikes. The sky filled with blade-light, a tsunami of azure crescent fury that roared toward Cosmina.
• She clenched her teeth. Today, it seemed, Sebastian wouldn't stop until one of them broke. She was Celira Dawnveil of the Immortal Realm, and yet here she was, cornered and bleeding pride before a mortal boy who refused to know his place.