CHAPTER 134 — VOID AND FANG
Darkness swallowed them.
The fall wasn't long, but it was violent. Stone tore at skin. Air vanished from lungs. They hit hard against uneven rock below the shattered chamber, sliding across a slanted slab before coming to a stop.
For several seconds—
There was nothing but ringing silence.
Then Zehell inhaled sharply.
She pushed herself up first.
Pain shot through her burned shoulder, but she ignored it.
"Long Hao."
He was on his back, dust coating his face, blood at the corner of his mouth. His chest rose slowly.
Not dead.
But close to empty.
Above them, faint light filtered down through the broken floor of the upper chamber. And silhouetted in that fractured opening—
The Black Steel Dragon moved.
Not retreating.
Descending.
It folded its wings partially and dropped into the lower cavern with controlled grace, claws carving sparks into stone as it landed.
It had chosen to finish this.
Zehell stood fully now.
