Chapter 135: Duchess Ruliana

As the dust slowly cleared, all eyes fixated on the center of the shattered battlefield. The once formidable Marquis Reynard lay in ruin, his skeletal remains scattered, armor fragmented and broken, with pieces of his body strewn across the ground.

A deafening silence gripped the arena, the crowd too stunned to utter a word.

Slightly disoriented, Aengus stood crouching down at the epicenter of the destruction, his Hellfire and Darkness wings flickering ominously behind him, casting an eerie glow on the debris. His Claws still smoked from the impact, and the ground beneath him continued to smolder.

He slowly rose to his full height, shaking off the dust, his expression unreadable.

"Is Marquis Reynard dead?" the murmurs from the spectators grew louder, their voices tinged with disbelief.

"...."

Suddenly, a low, raspy sound echoed across the hall. It was not a cheer, nor a gasp-it was the unmistakable crackling of bones.