Chapter 89: Here

Valentius abandoned his human form in favor of his Naga form. He slithered through the carnage with a speed a human would never be capable of. The Nightshade took off his sword.

Not a gladius. There was just one of those left in the world. Nero was the Augustus. He had to wield it.

The sword was a dark thing that absorbed blood and got stronger. Amos was a creature of habit. Even if Mercy was now in Marek's hands, that didn't mean that the Archdemon wanted Valentius to forget whom he had married.

Valentius rose before a shaman. The goblin's barrier had five layers—one golden in the middle and the rest red. Ah, Valentius thought, an attack rune and a defensive rune. He grinned.

Pain was something he had learned to ignore. One had to when Amos was their teacher. He braced himself for the pain. Coated his body with water mana. Cooled it with air mana.

He knew he was going to burn.

He still trusted the sword through the barrier.