I swear he is a Werewolf
This was the Hollow—an ancient, forbidden rite of the Virex line used only when a challenger refused to stay dead.
"He’s a puppet," Hestia whispered, her face ashen. "The Virex Elders... they’ve invoked the Shadow Bond. They’re channeling their collective spite into his corpse."
The moonlight blade in the creature’s hand hummed, a high-pitched frequency that set my teeth on edge. With a sound like tearing silk, the Hollow-Ronan vanished and reappeared ten feet closer, the blade whistling toward Zayden’s throat.
Zayden roared, his form blurring as he intercepted the strike. The clash of moonlight against Alpha energy sent a shockwave that blew out the remaining window panes.
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