Chapter 88 - Unholy Shape

The sky rumbled, and within moments, the drizzle turned into a full downpour. Heavy raindrops pelted the ground, drenching the forest in a misty veil of water. The humid air turned cool, the scent of wet earth thick in the air.

Lucas blinked as the rain soaked through his clothes, his breath hitching. His mind sharpened, instincts kicking in. Water. His fingers twitched at the realization.

Aqua Dominion.

A slow grin curled on his lips. This was his element.

Lena, standing beside him, shuddered as the cold rain seeped into her skin. She turned toward Lucas, eyes wide in alarm. "What now?"

Lucas didn't answer immediately. His gaze remained locked on the scene ahead—five goblins surrounding a struggling woman. Their twisted grins, their clawed hands reaching for her, the sheer depravity of it all made something in him snap.

A sharp pat on his shoulder pulled him back.

"Lucas," Lena hissed, her voice urgent, "what are you thinking?"