Chapter 5419 Are You Not Helping
- Blades collided—clang!—gold light tangled with midnight haze. Spathe's arms numbed; the jolt drove him back two paces, and pain blossomed across his palms.
- Anepan slid in beside his brother, twin swords darting like fanged vipers toward Jared's flanks.
- Their synchronized art wove black lines into a suffocating lattice, a cage of wind and steel that closed around him.