Chapter 38

The chamber trembled.

Dust rained from the ceiling. The blue flames on the altars flickered violently, casting wild shadows over the bone pillars.

The Black Fangs closed in, their bone masks gleaming. Silent, precise, hungry.

Edgar’s breath hitched.

We’re surrounded.

Magnet Man’s voice rumbled behind him.

“Stay close.”

Professor’s fingers danced over a small device, whispering an incantation under his breath. Sparks flickered at the edges of his coat.

Sebastian, still suspended in silver chains, tilted his head slightly. His pale lips curved into a faint, amused smile.

The first Black Fang lunged.

Edgar met him halfway — steel on steel, sparks showering.

A knife sliced across his coat, grazing skin.

Edgar twisted, slammed his blade upward, and felt the weight drop.

Magnet Man tore through three at once, metal threads wrapping around their necks, crushing masks to splinters.