Chapter 182: Final Act [3]

"Guess." The masked stranger coldly, uttered and lunged forward, brandishing the silver bastard sword.

As he quickly rushed forward, the darkness seemed to undulate, and an intense wave of pressure rose through the air.

"[Tsk. Quite in a hurry, this one?]"

A dark voice responded calmly.

"You talk too much, for a Demon."

"[And you don't talk enough.]" Zet's chortled with a chuck and took a step back with Nicodemus's body and summoned darkness that spiralled around his wing.

Swiftly, the Stranger covered the distance in but a single lunge and silver flashed across the dominating darkness drawing an arc.

At that moment, Nicodemus's — not Zet's — irritation reached a whole new high, and his patience an entirely new low.

His wing unruffled and flashed forward like a maelstrom of darkness as soon as the target was close enough, before it was already too late.