Chapter 320 The Garden Of Prophecies

• "Get away from me," Tyler growled, pushing Kat away. Apparently, Natalie's arrival and her promise to help him hadn't changed his apocalyptic decision at all.
• The Sword of Surtr hung frozen in the sky, its massive blade still spanning horizon to horizon, and its white-hot runes pulsing like angry hearts. Heat waves rippled downward in relentless pulses, making the ground groan.
• Tyler hadn't dismissed it yet, merely paused its descent. His devilish form also remained unchanged.