CHAPTER 231
The world didn't just slow down when Isabella's massive white-gold frame tilted; it felt as though the very axis of the northern mountains completely stopped spinning.
The brilliant celestial gold aura that had just purged the faceless monster from existence vanished in a fraction of a second, snapping off like a snuffed candle flame.
Her towering, majestic posture crumpled under its own immense weight. With a heavy, devastating thud that sent a fresh shockwave through the blood-soaked slush, her front legs gave out entirely, her massive torso sliding limply into the deep, frozen mud of the clearing.
"Isabella?!" The scream that tore from Lucian's throat was raw, a shredded sound of pure terror that didn't belong to a sovereign king.
The exhaustion in his limbs, the cracked ribs threatening to puncture his lungs, and the agonizing burns eating away at his forearms were instantly forgotten, completely overridden by a terrifying spike of panic in his chest.
