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Chapter 236 – The Hunt Ends
Chapter 236 – The Hunt Ends
The battlefield trembled.
The ground beneath Azrael’s feet cracked apart, the very air vibrating with the raw, overwhelming force radiating from the abomination before him.
Lucian Nightfang was no longer a man.
He was a walking catastrophe.
His new form was a nightmare given flesh—
A twisted fusion of eldritch horror and monstrous power.
His bladed arms dripped with shadows that hissed against the ground, burning holes into the earth.
His face, once recognizable, had split apart, revealing an abyss lined with countless rows of serrated fangs.
The glowing core—his weakness—was now buried deep within his chest, hidden beneath layers of pulsing, blackened armor.
His laugh echoed through the night, distorted, inhuman.
"I have transcended."
Azrael’s grip on his daggers tightened.
This would be the hardest fight of his life.
And he would win.
No matter what it took.
A Battle of Monsters and Men
Lucian moved first.
A blur of pure destruction.
Azrael barely had time to react before the monster was upon him, one massive bladed limb swinging down with the force of a collapsing mountain.
Azrael rolled sideways, barely escaping as the attack ripped the ground apart, sending shockwaves through the battlefield.
He countered immediately.
His daggers flashed, striking for the smallest gaps in Lucian’s new armor.
But—
No effect.
The blades barely scraped the surface.
Lucian’s laughter boomed.
"Futile."
Then—
Lucian’s second blade came from the side—too fast.
Azrael had no time to dodge.
The impact slammed into him like a warhammer, sending him flying backward, crashing through a ruined pillar.
Pain exploded through his body.
He coughed, tasting blood.
But there was no time to stop.
Lucian was already charging again.
Speed vs. Power
Azrael forced himself to move.
His only advantage now was speed.
He couldn't fight Lucian head-on.
Instead, he had to outmaneuver him.
Lucian swung again—a sweeping arc of his massive blades.
Azrael dropped low, sliding beneath the deadly strike, feeling the heat of its energy slice through the air above him.
As he slid past, he struck—
Aimed for Lucian’s legs.
His dagger sank deep into the knee joint, slicing tendons.
Lucian roared in pain.
But it wasn’t enough.
"You insignificant insect!"
Lucian stomped down—
Azrael barely twisted away as the monstrous foot cratered the earth, missing him by inches.
This was getting worse.
The Turning Point
Lucian’s regeneration was insane.
Any wound Azrael inflicted was healing in seconds.
He couldn’t win like this.
He needed a final plan.
Then he saw it—
The cracks in Lucian’s chestplate.
The glowing core, though hidden, was still pulsing beneath.
That was his only shot.
He had to get through that armor—
And he had to strike the core directly.
But how?
Lucian was too fast.
His defenses were nearly impenetrable.
Azrael needed a distraction.
Something big.
Something reckless.
And then—
An idea hit him.
It was suicidal.
But it was his only chance.
The Final Gambit
Azrael launched forward.
Lucian laughed, swinging one of his massive bladed arms to cut him in half.
Azrael jumped straight into the attack.
At the last second—
He twisted his body mid-air, letting the blade graze his ribs instead of taking a direct hit.
Pain seared through him—
But he used the force of the impact to propel himself upward.
Higher—
And higher—
Until he was above Lucian’s head.
Lucian’s eyes widened.
Too late.
Azrael threw one of his daggers—
Not at Lucian—
But at the ground beneath him.
The moment the blade hit the earth—
A massive explosion erupted.
Azrael had coated his dagger in volatile alchemy powder.
The explosion destabilized the ground—
Lucian lost his footing for a fraction of a second.
That was all Azrael needed.
He dove.
Straight for Lucian’s chest.
His remaining dagger glowed with dark energy as he focused every ounce of his strength into one final attack.
Lucian’s mouth opened to scream—
But the dagger plunged straight into the core.
The effect was instantaneous.
Lucian’s body convulsed.
The glowing core shattered—
A deafening shockwave burst outward.
Lucian let out one final, monstrous scream—
Before his entire body began to collapse inward.
The once-unstoppable abomination disintegrated into dust, his power imploding upon itself.
The battlefield fell silent.
Lucian Nightfang—
Was dead.
The Final Blow
Azrael stood breathing heavily, watching as the last remains of Lucian’s body crumbled into nothing.
It was over.
The battle that had pushed him beyond his limits—
The nightmare that had seemed unstoppable—
Had finally been put to rest.
He staggered back, exhausted, covered in blood.
His body ached, his wounds burned—
But he had won.
And in the end—
That was all that mattered.