Chapter 864 Ten Moves

• Inside the courtyard, moonlight pooled across broken flagstones and painted every surface in thin silver.
• Jaziel watched the heavy gate drift shut, the last motes of crimson lightning peeling away from his fingers until the Blood Lightning Sword's glow went dark. He could still feel it—the certainty that the final strike had missed its mark. The spell-caster's true body had slipped the blow and vanished into the night. "D*mn it. If I lay hands on you, I'll scatter your remains to every corner of the valley," he snarled, voice raw with fury.
• Beside him, Cade and Harrison let out the breath they had been holding. A heartbeat ago, both men had been coiled tight, sensing death crowd the air.