Chapter 67
"What the hell is this place? What the hell is going on?"
Ryker's voice cracked with raw panic. "Stop it—don't go any closer!"
He threw his arms wide like a madman, surging forward faster than before, desperate to close the gap.
Kakarai stepped calmly onto the skin-peelers. They arranged themselves beneath him like grotesque stairs, parting and reforming into an altar of twisted bodies. Gali stayed kneeling, helpless. The peelers sank their claws deep into her legs, pinning her bones in place so she couldn't even twitch.
The pain was unbearable. Her wings—once radiant—were gone. She was an angel truly fallen from grace, but not by choice. Not by sin.
Kakarai's footsteps echoed loud and deliberate. He grabbed her head roughly, contempt burning in his eyes.
"Vos," he said, placing a hand over his chest like he was swearing an oath. "I promise you… you will die."
"After all those years of torment, my master finally cracked your immortality."
