Chapter 110. The Wrath of the Flame Empress

The battlefield was drenched in ashes and blood, the metallic scent of death hanging thick in the air. The bodies of Nexus grunts littered the broken terrain, their once-proud faces now frozen in eternal horror.

But at the center of the carnage, amidst the destruction wrought by their battle, stood Riyan Cris Descartes—his expression unreadable, his body motionless.

At first glance, he looked badly injured—his clothes torn, blood dripping from cuts on his skin. His breathing was shallow, and his posture unsteady. His crimson eyes, however, remained unwavering.

But in truth?

He wasn't injured at all.

His body had already healed.

The Serum that he had given others before the mission had worked perfectly, regenerating his wounds within seconds. The same went for the others—Syra, Livia, Raven, Iris, and Raya—all of whom had taken the same healing serum before the battle.

But none of that mattered now.