Chapter 103
The Apostle's eyes widened like bottomless shadows. He slowly retracted his blood-soaked hand from his chest, staring at the massive cauterized gash that now marred his torso. The edges of the wound were roasted black, still smoking from the holy energy.
Irritation flooded his entire being. A defiant ray of blood-colored light pulsed from the injury. This battle… it was time for it to end.
Coughing violently, Nadia looked down at her trembling hands. Fresh blood coated her fingers and dripped from her lips. What just happened? Her vision blurred as a warm trickle ran down her cheek. She wiped it away, only to realize it was more blood.
"You are nothing to me, human," the Apostle declared coldly, his voice layered with the Angel's ancient contempt.
