Chapter 241 Victory At The End

• The moment Ramsay was yanked off the ground—his body slid aside in a seamless motion just in time to avoid the Mountain’s blade sweeping for his neck—he landed lightly on his feet, breath sharp in his chest. A current of raw energy surged through him, crackling like lightning in his veins.
• Sparks danced across his skin, knitting torn flesh, sealing wounds that moments ago should have killed him. Ramsay muttered under his breath, stunned, “So this is what it’s like… being one with the sword?”.
• Pain vanished. Fatigue evaporated. Every fiber of his body hummed with new strength. For a heartbeat, regret pricked him—why hadn’t he listened to the sword’s voice earlier? Why had he resisted the bond?