Chapter 89: Reunions

The moment Dexter struck, Elena's body moved on instinct.

Steel met steel.

The impact shattered the ground beneath them, sending shockwaves through the ruined chamber. Dust and debris swirled in the air as Elena and Dexter clashed, their movements blurring with inhuman speed.

Sparks flew.

Dexter's sword, Olathros, met Elena's bare hands, and yet—she held it effortlessly, fingers wrapped around the enchanted blade like it was nothing more than a toy.

His crimson eyes narrowed.

Her crimson eyes gleamed.

For a moment, neither moved—locked in a deadly standstill, their auras colliding like two storms vying for dominance.

Then—Elena smirked.

"So, you came all this way to stop me, big brother?"

Dexter's grip tightened. "I came to put you down."

Elena chuckled. "How dramatic. You always did have a flair for theatrics."