Chapter 755 Currying Favor

• “I never imagined even my own master would be powerless against you,” Nikolas murmured, tasting blood as the words left him.
• Nikolas stared into the torn expanse of sky where his teacher lay crumpled, every breath a struggle. A heartbeat earlier he had clung to the hope of vengeance. Now that hope bled away, replaced by a void as black as the clouds above.
• Across the ruins, the remaining disciples of Ascension Sanctuary shared the same dawning realization—no rescue would come. Despair spread through their ranks like frost.