Lucian's POV
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"You're getting sloppy, Garrick." Lucian dodged a slash aimed at his head, immediately sending a slash of his own at his attacker's chest. "Maybe it's all that—"
He paused mid-insult.
For the faintest second, he felt a weird ache in his chest.
Unfortunately, that brief moment of distraction was enough to let an umbra beast punch him in the chest. He skidded backwards, stabbing his twin blades into the ground to stabilise himself.
Ahead of him the hallway was wrecked.
Most of the ceiling had collapsed. The crystal lights flickered wildly, some even tripping off. The walls and the floor itself had collapsed.
Yet somehow Garrick was still standing through the chaos, his black sword gleaming with a cold, bloodthirsty light as he pointed it at Lucian.
"Cat got your tongue?" The ex-beta grinned slowly as the shadows thickened around him. His umbra beasts stood at his side, towering like mountains made of living darkness. "Or—wait."
